Spice may entice a not-so-nice chunder
Nay twice, nay thrice, an undoubted blunder?
As he threw - as He did chew - we all foresaw calamity
Then we knew - as He did spew -
This is ******* hilarity
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Above me is
Jesus
And above Jesus
Is
Adam
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
O’Silky smooth ballsac
Stuck to my leg
Ever-presence defines manhood
As tree defines fruit
And as fruit defines tree.
Ne'er such a sense
Overwhelmed my hot-spot
As this dangling (oval, skin and nerves of)
Oily pouch
I cream.
Yet
A line as destructive
As the San Andreas
Fault- O divine chafe
You reduce me
You erode me
As if we rented *******
Bikes
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
Egbert: my best friend
What secrets do you hide
In the glowing warmth of your orb?
You hung from the ceiling,
Allowed us to roll a
Joint
When darkness beckoned,
You illuminated. One euphoric conflagration of immense joy.
You remain with us.
When others approached
You welcomed. Yet,
You remained loyal.
You will remain loyal
Forever.
You've taken me this far, now
Take me
All the way to Kochstraße.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
As we glide
An incessant Kush
Softens the grind
Can I Sense your Soft Surface? Or
Is it merely a reflection through this
Blue,
Quasi-chequered construction?
I long to see as you see me:
A dangling *******
Encompassed by a wide,
Gasping mouth
Gargling sac
I will see you
On the next train
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Bag-drop. Check-in.
Hyphenated. Two syllables.
Security. A fat Scottish man,
A gentle caress of the inner thigh.
I retch violently.
Boarding, disembarking.
All I want in life is the back door.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
You. You engulfe me. Over and over and over.
Relentless. Little weapon. Poxy.
Maureen of Blackpool. Readers' Wife of the Year 1988. Wife of the Year. 100% correct.
Goodbye sweet princess. The 4 in 1 will no longer taste of pure Korma. But
Jalfrezi
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
Unbeknowst to all,
The tree of life has three stages.
Trunk. Branch. Oil.
Terrence Malick knew this.
Dinosaurs our oil.
Ten sephira. One oil.
It is my burden of dreams, I shall prevail through the pongo del muerto.
Foucault's pendulum spilling sand. Spilling oil.
Scaoil. Release. Urchar.
Sraith pictiúr a ceathar.
Airborne toxic event.
Seepage Daniel. Seepage.
Put Oil.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Qu'est-ce que vous êtes,
Je vois vos yeux,
Dans le nuit.
Mon seul ami.
Ma belle copine,
Vous êtes ma vie.
La poesie de mes contanporaires.
M'inspire.
Je le respire,
Je lire, ça me tue.
C'est ma vie.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Body
What are you? Are you mine? Or that visual image of one solipsist?
I often wonder of that ****** sense. I shall believe for now -
But
One and their life experience shall determine my opinion on this most gentle subject.
I do not mean to offend. You see, I do not mean to offend. But I have to.
Word.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC