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Gaga
I feel just like a chimney pot
that's been hit by lightning,
after overhearing her on the
phone, for it was frightening
having a fling with a woman
doesn't talk like that to me
why she's been off it lately
promised her she'd be free
things are now making sense
no more those tickling toes
saying I needed to be firmer
bedside drawer full of dildos
d...
Saturday 3rd July 2021 11:09 am
Warpaint
De rigueur are multiple piercings
Everyone seems to sport a tattoo
We don a livery of branded goods
Yet this paraphernalia is hardly new
Are we genuine followers of fashion,
Envying next door's Mediterranean tan
Or diven by demons in our genes
That descended from Stone Age man?
Why did tattoos become so critical?
Do your lugs really need triple bangles?
Does...
Saturday 1st August 2020 11:27 am
Tattoo 1942
It was 1942 and we were exhausted, we'd fought our way to Cairo
While on leave I made friends with Soraya, a local bint
She offered to get a mate to tattoo my chest on the cheap
Which was just as well in the circumstances as I was skint
Out of a library of designs I chose the Great Pyramid up the road
In those days my torso was broader than a redwood tree trunk
Time flies an...
Saturday 2nd May 2020 11:14 am
Tattooed Bride
This is a reading of a new poem of mine called Tattooed Bride. There is also a video of this available on You Tube at:
Saturday 4th February 2017 12:38 pm
'til all my breath is you
How have you inked
this palpitant heart?
Well, let me tell you:
Your barbs extend
long and deep and far,
far enough to pierce
skin of my resistance
with needlepoint of
your persistence.
But not only skin
deep; you refuse to
settle for what I
had to offer, deep--
you broke skin and
plunged deeper than
anyone ever did go
pierced right through
very v...
Thursday 9th April 2015 8:16 pm
poem tatoo whatever...
Friday 8th June 2012 9:27 pm
TAT
TAT
Each tattoo tells a story in ink to its owner, not just as a picture. Men in the pub ask me on them, what they mean, who did them and why? Different types of needle work, colours and styles all combined together to create my masterpieces. Thousands of pounds spent on permanent designs upon my body. From my favourite band The Gathering, they've not heard of them. As I never d...
Sunday 20th November 2011 11:52 am
TAT poem
TAT
Each tattoo tells a story in ink to its owner, not just as a picture. Men in the pub ask me on them, what they mean, who did them and why? Different types of needle work, colours and styles all combined together to create my masterpieces.
Thousands of pounds spent on permanent designs upon my body. From my favourite band The Gathering, they've not heard of them. As I nev...
Tuesday 6th September 2011 12:41 pm
Tattoo Suzi
You left a lovely tattoo mark on our grey cloud world
Tatoo Suzi
your lovely bones will rattle on down the dirty streets
of Camden Suzi
where the bees go sleep at night only your hair knows
your hair Suzi
we can drink up in the skies by the railtrack bridge
your bridge Suzi
Break the broken heart
paint the damned soul dark
shut the shut down mind
...
Monday 22nd August 2011 12:40 pm
Armed
Narcissus stared at the art work
before selecting a martial sleeve.
A fusion of Japanese gangster
and Polynesian tribal.
Hand function was straightforward.
Ranging from tea ceremony
to stone crusher,
crocodile wrestler
was the choice.
She thought her bank authorisation
into the machine
and dropped her old arm
in the recycling tray.
...
Wednesday 30th June 2010 11:08 am
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