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 Mar 2018 Henry
harmony crescent
"sorry to interrupt your alone time...
but heres cleaning stuff for the bathroom."
 Mar 2018 Henry
B Chapman
William
 Mar 2018 Henry
B Chapman
I penned your life,
sketched your face,
gave you breath,
and stole it away.

With the opening line
I knew where you ended.
I twisted your soul.
You believed you could fix it

I could feel your hair,
see the tears in your eyes,
taste your hope,
as I fed you with lies.

You're as real as a thought
and I am your God.
Am I so cruel
when I let you be loved?

Your fate is not so harsh.
I let you hold her hand,
but only through the veil
once I allowed death to descend
 Mar 2018 Henry
anthony Brady
And God created Woman.
And she was good.
And she had two arms,
two legs, and three *******.

God asked Woman
what she would like
to have changed about herself?
And she asked for her
middle breast to be removed.

God removed her middle breast.
And it was good.

She stood there with
her third breast in her
hand and asked God
what should be done
with this useless ****?.....

Then God created Man.

TOBIAS
 Mar 2018 Henry
anthony Brady
Weary, lost and hungry
a traveller came to an inn.
Under the sign of
“The George & Dragon”
he enquired at an open window:
“Could I have something to
eat please?”
“No!” said the landlady
“We’re closed!”

“Well, could I have a bed
for the night?”
“Certainly not!
Go away!”

Thus rebuffed
the traveller
waited for a while,
then called again:
“Could I speak to George
this time please?”

TOBIAS
 Mar 2018 Henry
Ally Gottesman
Star.
 Mar 2018 Henry
Ally Gottesman
When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Under a spotlight where everyone knew my name...
I was five.

Now, I want shadows and to be as far away as possible.
Hidden and far from consequence,
And even further from myself.
Where my name is not a name,
But just another word without any true meaning.

When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Now, I want to disappear.

I should have jumped overboard when I had the chance.
 Mar 2018 Henry
anthony Brady
I am made for you, woman
of substance: finest cut
sheer in silk to fit my
chic lady of style.

Short sleeves
or long:  
smooth me
press me
wear me.

In chill and cold
let me cling
around your
curvy contours
close and tight.

In noon-day heat
free me
unbuttoned
hanging loose
to cool you.

Drench me in  fragrance
caress my soft collar
then gently discard  me
plunging me deep
into soft soapy foam.

TOBIAS

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