when i'm drinking i always think
the whiskey bottle
to be in a predicament
of the bus stop;
i mean, waiting, for my
eager slurp (god i wish
i could insert an onomatopoeia
right now) -
i ate that body part and even
nozzled it, i mean
i stuck my nose in it
being ripe... you better have
sunday's news to let me forget;
i swear, performing oral
*** on women's genitalia
makes you into an orator...
or perhaps a gardener -
that skin fold sure as **** speaks!
well, better testimony than
abraham circumcising isaac
against holy ordained orders
not to; but then the cat and dog
doing overt-******* licking
the **** thing;
yes darling... pooch pooch ouch ooh
now chow ready for a pampering?
munch a moo choo cha cha wee wee?
yeah, get that slobbering *****
filler out of here;
oi! bring bang the blonde comb-over ferret!
i ain't doing the spider dangle
without it!

a confessional screen
chambered in opaques
                        the pearly gates would sport
checkers sovereignty with grime
between myself
               and the other side of this poem

another acolyte had founted
             from our species-widened narthex-maw
                              the answer to the test
                                    the answer i have tested since
despite the veto of a roshi's sleeve

while adults justify in frowns and threats
commandment-etched
i am a child still
           aghast at drawing lines in sand to mark the living
                                           from the soon to die

one i knew who drew such lines                                  
             for whom a line was drawn to mark himself as well
not just in votes and homeland hate-speech
you see
he crossed the line
                        no unadulterated childhood can cross

he shot  his  own  face
                              or at least his face was shot
                when he was found
who can read the final lonely moments of another
                                                 when mistakes are easier than ownmost acts ?

bombing bullies politicking death
                 can sanctify the safe
unpunctuated traps
                     dividing moods in swallows
pills
swilled with undigested fear
                                   of nozzled death
mercilessly sudden





.

am i your lover, and or, father figure
are you needing love, reassuring, paternal nurturing  
you chose me, like a stray, little kitten
needing shelter, safety, petting
i held, kissed, comforted
you curled up and purred
nozzled deeper, a woman, then a child
daddy, providing, protecting
his pretty, parisian, pixie girl

2 Dog Caught
There was no more playing
Or being seen by the locals
One man saw the dog
He made a plan and acted
He stole and kidnapped the dog
Taking him to his house
To cook alive and eat
A nice meal for him and his clan
The best most tenderest dog
Cooked alive while terrified
Full of adrenaline
What a yummy taste!
A weekly meal every Sunday
But this dog was different
He did not want to be eaten
Being boiled alive was enough
They pulled his fair off
So tender was the skin
Already half boiled for serving
But he was still alive!
And nozzled the lid of the cooker
And leapt out into the frying pan
Full of cold water which hurt
It brought him round
He jumped and ran off
But was chased by the chef
Come here you naughty dog!
We want to eat you...

when the eyes fail to perceive
and the heart lessens to drink
when the brain tap nozzled
drips slowly in a lonely sink

when the owls shriek
in melodic tunes
when the moon quickens
like a lightening noon

yet it only a midnight draft
the floorboards creak
the shadowbird laughs
and yet ceases to speak

when the door swings open
and shingles screech for the moon
you think it's early
the crickets mumble in tune

when the night is up
the sparrow has yet to speak
crowing on a metalled fence
glistening powdered bleak

when the night is up
cows bury the dune
the night is, up
the mare is looking for the groom

Red hair hangs down,
freshly brushed out,
like curtains covering,
the two dollops of lust
upon her chest.

Pink lips open,
white teeth gleam,
skin tightens
and bumps raise,
as my fingers barely graze.

Hot breath applied to her nape,
causing eyes to close and flutter,
sneaky hands slowly pull sheets,
down, down, down, revealing
breathtaking landscape, ending in pink toenails.

A roaming tongue paints
a picture of passion,
butterfly wings open,
the core of femininity,
exposed, like a jewel.

Approaching deftly,
slowly working the maze
of hot red emotions,
stoking the fire to white hot,
until it threatens violence.

Then with finality,
the flames are extinguished,
nozzled streams at the base,
an explosion taking the fuel
that fed the conflagration.