The act is done, Straighten that tie, Just smug enough, The public’s waiting, Tentatively waiting, No big X, No Buzzer, Votes are cast and Trump is in. High on Trump tower he grabs a fistful of hair, His young, beautiful piece of ass. In the other he clutches a wad of fifties, The wind … Continue reading Trumperica is Coming
Your eyes like distant stars ablaze And gaze into forgotten places My veins erupt with lusty rage Then mellow in your soft embrace. Trust Continue reading Kochanie.
The road was shrouded in darkness and every step felt like it had already been trodden – like it was the right way to go – like I was in a loop repeating a preset pattern while all the time knowing the route, yet only ever being aware of the present. Continue reading The Taken Road not Taken
There is a kind of madness that we all adhere to. The madness of fear. We are ruled by it; put in line; told no, its not ok; you cant do that; get real; grow up. This madness is driven by a latent fear of reprisal. Our ‘good behaviour’ is a weakness. ‘Experiment!!! Adventure!!!’ We … Continue reading No.
‘A dramatic display is all about illusion and misdirection. It’s very much like magic’. She swept the long thick cape around herself, a mock vampire. Tiny particles burst into the air dancing in the beams of light that softly, harmlessly caressed the thick weaved fibres of the rug. She dropped it to the floor disturbing … Continue reading The Chanson Dramatique.
Each one is there but only in periphery. As you look at it, try to focus, it fades away fleeting in the spaces between. The gaze is too intense – you can only ever catch it for a brief second – a flickering smatter of life. But as each little dot disappears and you move … Continue reading Hermann Dot.
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss Continue reading Grass and Coffee.