When I imagine you.
You are not the you I see in reality.
In my dreams I see silky smooth skin.
I open my eyes and I see your burnt out fuse box grin.
Eyes shut and you have gorgeous eyes.
Eyes open and your wrinkles are enough to surprise.
My fantasy is nice flowing brown curly hair.
In real life your Hairdo has the capacity to scare!
Do I care?
No.
You are a dream out of sleep.
As....

Beauty is only skin deep!

Dancing flaming lips
Bite me.
Hands around my hips.
Hold me.
Don't sin. You're pure.
Respect me.
You love me. are you sure?
Give me honesty.

Our partnership is based on trust.
Built on solid foundations with a super solid crust!

Walls are the giants fingers.
Walking forward taking in air deep.
Let's make it coast to coast before we breathe our last and sleep.
To the afterlife we depart.
We float up to begin a new chapter albeit with a heavy heart.
Our timber framed bodies have been laid to rest.
Tear soaked rain beats against the faces of those we left behind.
Our souls encased by the loving arms of loved ones awaiting our arrival..
No more suffering.
No more pain.
Free spirits again.
Walls are the giants fingers lifting us up to other worlds.
We made it coast to coast.
Continuing to breathe deep.
Peace at last in the afterlife
Death be the cousin of sleep.

Her wings.
Heaven sent, cutting the air in a cross cross formation.
Partially attached, each as delicate as a snowflake, lighter than air.
Such wonderment can only be created in the minds eye.
Broken hearts lead to broken spells.
Heavy tears drop before curly wisps flutter and settle.
Replaced by the yearning of new found desire.
Her wings.

The glint of a gold coin discarded and under a hedge.
The unmistakeable ***** and ****** of the shrapnel congregating at the bottom of my pocket.
I can find any combination of currency in a lovely jingle jangle of metallic discs.
The cashier slips me a note and some change on top which spills onto the counter.
A 10 pence piece tries an audacious spinning escape morphing into a ball.
The change rattles again as it all settles at the bottom of my pocket after dropping in the new recruits.
I slide the discoloured crinkled creased five pound note into my leather wallet nicely nestling next to a ten pound note.
I love the  smell of ***** money!

Gentlemen kiss but never tell.
But I'm not one of those.
I love it when I shoot my load and it dribbles down her nose!

"Can the people at the front please move forward?" Came a stern voice as we piled into the empty lift.

"If I move any further forward I'd be kissing the wall" I replied from the front with an elbow in my back and an old ladies shopping bag on my foot.

"MOVE FORWARD!" She repeated.

"You're havin' a ****** larf!" an annonimous voice mumbled.

"Who said that?" said a professional looking woman in the middle dressed in a suit looking in my direction. "Mind your language!" She frowned.

"Not me I said" looking down.

"MOVE FORWARD, THERES LOADS OF SPACE AT THE FRONT!!" Said the stern voice of the lady pushing forward.

"She's got good ******' eyesight" said an old boy trying not to lose his temper or his balance.

"You should know better!" Said the professional lady switching her glare from me to him.

"Doors closing"

"Do not obstruct the doors"
"Do not obstruct the doors"

"Doors opening"

"Do not obstruct the doors"

"Doors closing"

"Do not obstruct the doors"

"Lift out of service"

Announced the pre recorded message in the lift.

"MOVE AWAY FROM THE DOORS!"
I shouted!

Gazing up at the night sky on a clear winter night he asked "Where do stars go during the day Dad?"
I responded "the stars are still up in space but the brightness of the sun on our side of the earth during the day is too bright for our eyes to focus on them"
After a deep breath he exclaimed "Why does it go dark then?"
"Get a football and tennis ball and I'll explain Son. Look, the football is the sun, Earth is the tennis ball"
I then held both ***** up in front of him mimicking earths rotation around the sun
"Earth rotates on its own axis like this as it also rotates around the sun. The dark side of the earth is night time. The side facing the sun which is bright is day time."
"Oh" he said wide eyed. He looked up to the sky again and paused.

.......


" Dad, Is there cheese on the moon?"
He gave no time for me to answer when he swiftly added.
"Shall I get you another ball so you can explain?"

Created in the land of the valley of death two Mexican Devils came clawing, ripping their way up my legs slicing at my back and plonked themselves, one on each shoulder.
Undeterred I carried on unable to shake the pesky Devils off.
Tortured subliminal screams enrolled upon thy cranium as they declared their evil intent.
Go down that alley!
Snort the powder!
Nick that watch!
Steal that bag!
**** em!
**** em all!
I was a mere puppet allowing a dark shadow to descend like a loose veil over my mug.
The little ******* dribbled, bit, gnawed, scratched and tortured my very fabric to get their own way.
Eventually their habits became mine.
I became them.

Tres Diablos with no Angels to save us from our life of sin dragged into the valley of death once again.

There was a ping pop and fizzle, I heard my new born grizzle, like fine rain it started to lightly drizzle.
There was a fizzle pop and ping, the force upset my ring due to the sting.
It took on a life if it's own and the poem went out the window.
It crawled out my ****** like a possessed rabid zombie, the worm had turned and gave a wink as it continued to slink out of my hole.
I swallowed the air which had thickened as a result of the gas creeping out the pores of the beasts own ***.
This thing was a body in my body but nobody knew not even me!
I fell to my knees face to face with my creation not born from my mother but sort of like my brother.
Good grief! I had eaten a KFC bargain bucket the night before, I smiled and it smiled a gob full of corn on the cob teeth.

The saddest day of my life.
My mud baked excrement died at sea. Bobbing up and down with the style of a cheap ******, I wiped a tear from my eye as I said goodbye.
A part of me felt choked as white streams of bog role acted as the white sheet of a ****** scene.
No police, no forensics.
Strangulation appeared to be the cause resulting in decapitation.
Wouldn't have happened if I didn't use Manipulation to overcome the chronic constipation.
Last time I eat beans on toast.
Now I'm being haunted by a **** shaped ghost!

A lonely man buries his head
A sad man buries the past
A forgiving man buries the hatchet
A man in mourning buries a loved one

Chanel No.5 fills the air.
My bleary eyes make out the outlines of a stage.
I catch sight of athletic contours of her body, gold dust covered skin shimmering under a flood of exclusivity.
Chic, Elegant with a touch of class.
All senses awakened by her salacious seductive moves.
Tassels and feathers add to sensual illusion and my eagle eyes are transfixed on her snake like movements.
Sugar **** takes centre stage!

He peeps through the looking glass of life.
Emotionally detached, a social recluse.
Avoid eye contact.
Avoid eye contact.
Don't dare look at me!
That's right you've seen him!
But.... Have you actually seen him?
Or is he just a figment of your imagination?
For he's the stalker.
Lurking about in the shadows.
Spying on you from afar through those holes in the wall.
A human CCTV system looking you up and down when you least expect it.
Recording your every move in the memory bank.
Voyeuristic tendencies with the inability to openly admit he's one step away from the psychiatric ward.

The sweet hum of a beautiful melody.
The deep aroma of morning exhaust fumes.
The excited chatter in a foreign tone.
Clip clopping of high heeled shoes speeding up to catch a bus.
The homeless man wrapped in a rotten sleeping bag as close to rigormortis as a live man gets with his palm open but his eyes closed.
The twang of perfume mixed with cigarette smoke floating effortlessly up to the blue sky above.
Marvellous architectural wonders rising from the ground, their dominating shadows line the streets to serve as a reminder that our forefathers laid down the road we still walk today.

Grey tinted glasses
Your gun has no ink
Look to the sun
No time to think

I could take you to the sun
I could take you to the sun

Lost in translation
A new definition
Look to the moon
It's my premonition

I could take you to the moon
I could take you to the moon

A splatter of colour
A wry little smile
Look to the street
It's only a trial

I can take you to the street
I can take you to the street

Two furry snake skins.
The material keeps my feet warm and I miss them when they're gone!
Comfort and style over practicality don't leave them on too long!
Odd ones make me smile.
Must be replaced once in a while.

The shark wasn't allowed on the ark.
His bite really was worse than his bark.

She said I'd love to love you
She said I'm falling in love with you
She said I'm in love with you
She said I'm madly in love with you
She said I love you lots
She said I'm deeply in love with you
She said learn to love yourself
She said you love yourself
She said you only love you
She said I'm falling out of love with you
She said I'm not in love with you
She said I loved you

I said I'd love to know what you really think!

Psychedelic patterns scrawled inside and out.
A port hole cut into the side.
Two eyes peep out and blink.
A fly lands on the top for a rest.
The smell of wet card made limp from morning mildew.
A giggle, eyes squinting in the afternoon sunshine.
The small voice within says:

5....
   4....
      3....
        2....
           1....

BLAST OFF!!!!

She came in late
There was no hello
I wasn't asleep
But she wasn't to know
My head on the pillow
Eyes closed shut
She'd been out drinking
And was now half cut.
She left her phone upon the bed
She went to the bathroom
Her texts I read..
Intimate messages from another man
Consumed by her..... not in my plan!
Yearning for kisses meant for me.
It takes two to Tango... Not three!

"Thanks for the kiss" her last text read.
The nail in the coffin.
Was our relationship dead?
Shock.
Confusion.
Anger.
Denial.
How long had this been going on?
The Toilet flushed
The bathroom door creaked open.
She tip toes across the hall.
Into the bedroom.
"I love you" she whispered in my ear.
The penny dropped!
How considerate.
I was well and truly taken for an idiot!

Sunny day
Cloudy day
Layabout in the house all day
Windy day
Rainy day
Woke up in a haze today
Happy day
Sad day
Back to work after a holiday

Four letters.
One word.
Most powerful when unheard.
We want to feel it to know it's there.
Cruel but kind, used to snare.
Used to comfort in hard times.
Best shared in poems, sonnets and rhymes.

The bait was set
She took a bite
He tried to catch her
All day and night
The fight was on
She gave good chase.
He reeled and reeled
Till he was red in the face.
She had the last laugh
He had nothing to say
She was the one that got away.

Minions marching to the pied pipers flute.
Sheep herded, dressed in fancy suits.
Walking amongst the crowd.
I wonder if I'm allowed.
To buck the trend.
The rules we bend.
When It's hard for us to compute.

Is it the paradox of being paranoid,
That makes me think you are an android?
Look of an alien, that blank expression,
The lasting impression of our love session.

A kick in the *****.
Eyes scratched out.
Limbs on auto pilot.
Body curled into the fetal position.
Vocal chords ripped to shreds!
Drained of all energy.
Lost the will to live.

Our relationship fits like an old glove.
Warm and cosy.

Do you wait for him?
Eternal confusion.
Wondering where he is.
Is he wandering?
If he knew would he care that his actions eat you to the core?
Blinkered by the fantasy.
Strangled by the truth.
Unable to act.
You have fallen before.
Did you wait for him?

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You can smack me down
I'll get back up
Make sure I can't
If I do get up
You'll
           Go
                 Down
                            Like
                                     A
                                         Sack
                                                 Of
                                                      Spuds!

Young love.
Raging passion.
Jealous eyes.
Immature reasons.
Resentment.
Distance
Separation.
Move on.

He never met her
He didn't take the call
They never crossed eyes
They didn't have lunch
They never touched
They didn't rush
She had been honest
He hadn't been so stupid
No one knocked on the door
The truth never came out
He made a different choice.

The barber asked "what would you like?
Quiff?
          bun?
           Mohawk?
slicked back?
           side parting?
                    centre parting?
                                            greased?            
                                      permed?                  
                           straightened?
                   skin head?
               bald head?
        spiky?
        A comb over?
pony tail?
        pig tails?
                    curly?
                            frizzy?
                      dyed?
                               mop top?
                         French crop?
                 blue rinse?
           purple rinse?
                             step?
                                    undercut?
                                              shaggy?      
                                     dreadlocks?"
"No thanks" I replied
"I'll have a short back and sides and make it messy on top please"

Near in the distance stood an ant on a chair.
Smooth but spiky skin with a flock of golden hair.
The ants name was Brian and his mum was the queen.
She drank lots of ***** in the largest nest ever seen.
Brian bucked the trend and turned to magic on the street.
Slight of hand his favourite or should I say 6 feet?
back to the story,
Brian was on a chair
Just about to remove it and levitate in the air!
The trick of a all tricks He hoped to be a star.
Make lots of money and travel wide and far!
The chair was removed and Brian floated high. No strings attached going upwards to the sky!!
Not a place for ants and this trick he did not tweak for Brian was last seen in a big birds beak.
The rumours quickly spread when attached to a tree twig was Brian's golden wig.

He heard her before he saw her
When he saw her he turned into a meerkat.
Her high heels seeking his attention.
He drew the line at sniffing her when he realised she was not dangerous.
She may have turned into a cobra if he did.

17 Shattered skulls bobbing on an ocean of oil.
The crawling skin of sailer souls ready to recoil.

No more rigging 1 less oar.
Beast from the deep allowed to surface once more.

The crows nest falls the skies turn black.
Men overboard who are never coming back.

No more rigging 1 less oar.
Beast from the deep returns to the seabed once more.

Your face is permanently etched on the inside of my eyelids.
Your acid similar to a scar on my heart.

Her body wrapped around the white sheets snakelike.
Eyes half shut and hair tucked behind her ear she took a deep breath then in a post ******* state rolled her eyes closed them, smiled and bit her bottom lip with a half smile.
As my fingers ran down her spine there was only one thing on my mind.
"Now you have to leave him" I whispered softly as I kissed her neck with the conviction of a man possessed consumed by all she had to offer.

The giraffe and the mouse lived in a big tall house.
The mouse asked giraffe "do I make you laugh?"
In response to the mouse, the giraffe said "no"
"How can I laugh when you're close to my toe?"
"Close to your toe?" Said the mouse "but why?
Giraffe looked down and began to cry.
"It's a long story mouse" giraffe cried in despair.
"I'm all ears" said mouse and he pulled up a chair.
"To cut a long story short I've got an in growing nail"
"Oh" said mouse with a flick of his tail.
"Leave it to me I'll be back in a minute"
He brought back a kit with some first aid in it.
"Lift up your foot" and mouse set to work.
Giraffe raised his leg trying not to ****.
Mouse fixed the nail in no time at all
Giraffe was impressed by mouse so small!
"How did you do it?" Asked  giraffe in disbelief
Mouse just wiped his brow with a handkerchief.
"While I'm down here giraffe is there anything I've missed?"
"After all...
                   I'm the one and only....

Qualified rodent chiropodist!"

Squeaking sneakers squealing as the smoker squelched across the slippery shiny surface.
Sweat slipping off the smokers snout as the law chased. Oliver the overweight officer was overly panting but gained no advantage. Had he finally met his match?
Safe and sound in a storage facility the smoker stayed silent.
Oliver smashed the smoker across the kisser. He'd smelt out his prey by the stench resonating from the smokers smelly socks.

She said "you are the one"
He responded "you are also the one..."
She grabbed him because she was so happy
He was not so happy
She had finished her sentence
He had not finished his sentence

Maybe it was the glasses you were wearing that drew me to you.
After all being short sighted I wear glasses too.
My opening line was "nice frames. Where are they from"
You responded "from the opticians in town. Are you short sighted or long?"
I gave you a wink.
"Do you Fancy a drink?"
You screamed "cut the crap"
And gave me one hell of a slap!

Your skin was floating on the surface of the water like a group of transparent Lilly pads dancing in time with the under current. I wear you!
Later I told you we are just dust. A bunch of nothingness just gathering up. We move to a rhythm we cannot control the complexity of which not fully understood by modern science.
You didn't respond.
How could you when I was talking to myself again?

Slice me and dice me but please dont add salt!

I wanted you whole but you're an unashamed man eater.

Am
        I alone
                     in thinking
                                         I really am
                          an alien?

I saw you from afar.
I was too nervous to speak to you.
Your sweet voice on the other end of the phone gave me goosebumps.
I read your emails again and again hoping for subtle hints that you were interested in me.
You were in a thousand day dreams.
I thought you were too classy for someone like me. Angel like.
Your eyes mesmerised me.
Deep and foreign.
Your hair flowing over your shoulder blowing gently in the breeze.
The scent magnetised to me. Lingering long after you had walked past.
Lips to knock a man dead.
Your fine svelte figure sashayed as you floated silently across the floor.
It was too much
I was lost.
In love.

Tell me you love me.
I can never get enough!

Cover me in treacle and feathers. Am I a bird?