Poetry Blogs (escapism)
Make me think that the world runs smoother
When all focus
Is on leather and sweat and stink.
Glorious odor that makes the mobius strip slow.
And Ouroborus is Self Fellatio.
My leading member drags me through pigeoned glory holed thoughts.
And I lose
The consideration of purpose
and other abstracts
such as longevity and sustainability in flesh a...
Friday 8th September 2017 6:55 pm
Red wine, devine - gush great Niagra!
Rose blush my lips, the female viagra
Pink screen my vision and grape stain my teeth,
Crush days to hours and press days to weeks.
Red wine, sublime - course through my veins
Make white my black, make barren my frames
Hide red with rouge and slur a fake smile
Extract the poison, inject the denial.
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 9:37 pm
“Cashier to checkout seven please.”
She barely hears; behind her mask of Monday smile.
She steers each item past the barcode beep, and sleepworks
- finds that it’s the only way to make it through the disappointment, rude necessity
and shame of this small life, of “every day is like the last”
and tomorrow will be, predictably,
just the same.
Trapped on the conveyor ...
Monday 23rd February 2009 6:07 pm