"sexualisation" poems
I remember that Day when we sat
(side by side)
On those Stairs
(Waiting for our Train)
And you bought us Miso Soup
(It tasted like Tears)
The Sun hit my legs
(With all the force of sepia toned Nostalgia)
Covering them, bathing them. glorifying.
The traffic was the push and pull
(To and fro, magnetising, Synchronising)
Of waves.
Harsh, solid, mechanical waves
(Full of the force of Human Atrocity)
Japanese Culture was "in" and everything was "kawaii" and sweet
(With the underlying disturbance of Sexualisation - *** takes pride of place in our Civilisation)
I thought I was eating the sea.
(I could see the tiny fish Nibbling us that time we went snorkelling. We saw a Sting Ray that reminded us of Steve Irwin: Danger; Barbed Wire)
The Snow-flakes
(Fish-flakes)
Swirling in the snow globe of my Polystyrene Cup
(A new kind of Fish Bowl, A new Exposure)
And they swam around and around, Hiding
(Cyclical, controlled by Lunar Activity. Natural?)
If I stared hard enough I would, no, could see myself
(Floating, Filleted)
Amongst those Ribbons of Sea ****
With each Salty slurp
(That tasted of you, of the bitter Crust that Crowns your body in Heat)
I expected saltier Bladders to Burst in my Mouth
(Drowning me in Poison; Poisson)
I imagined the Japanese fisherman Catching Sun-Warmed Sea
(In a Polystyrene Cup)
The thousands of fish, tiny eyes that Blink, tiny gills that Palpitate - Suffocating in Air
(Aboard his boat, that Famed boat: "Daigo Fukuryu Maru")
Harvesting Silken Strands of Sea **** that Clung to its Crate
(In the same way that his Wife's Freshly washed Hair Twines about her Body. Static, Electric, Alive)
We didn't finish the Miso Soup;
It tasted too much of the Tears that I Cried.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
when i heard about it,
when i heard of “free art:”
i thought of free bread and wine,
and celtic sirens,
i laughed though... you made the earth
so ******* boring we all wanted to become astronauts.
when art became free we tried to moralise
drinking wine (as a portent of richness)
and eating bread (as a portent of the russian revulsion),
i bought my art.. and waited for the ones who
discouraged it complaining buying their bread “well fed.”
the celtic sirens hung on though, singing softer and softer
but more prone to the acid tongues dragging the democrats into
a hope of kings and village kindred elders,
but i still didn’t hope for free artistry that was akin to circus,
caged the gypsy have i?
i have, but i did not warrant free food or free aquas of variation,
i simplified freeing the demands with the demands freed into excess,
well... if i were kingly i’d still have provided free bread and wine
rather than music and the curbing the excesses of lyricists;
making music free just discouraged all originality, all creativity,
it just became a realism of a struggled acting -
i feel cheated having missed the antics of britannia in
the 1960's and '70's like it was greek and roman without
the epileptics of watching a documentary on trans-sexualisation
of brazilians and ******** disco to gag on an excess of flashy lights
just to sell lipstick... and have these quasi-epileptic shivers
without having an opposing opinion to counter the freely stated & fluxed.
i guess my convulsions were due to the fact that the men
didn’t call it either homosexuality nor trans-sexuality,
and that i was actually looking at two dodos talking, meaning
i was seeing the extinction of the human race through the ****
meaning i was watching the knights templar idol, baphomet,
realised 2000 years after the crucifixion in that crown of thorn dreams,
perfected in thailand... of all places;
that actually beats the identification of ibn saud as the dajjal,
moving further east of mecca than riyadh and
the assassination attempt within the framework of muhammad’s hadith of ‘no entry’ into mecca by the dajjal.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
At Gordon Hill
I climbed aboard
A lazy day
For being bored
Enfield sweltered
Beneath the sun
Then I saw her
She looked like fun
Her torn blue jeans
Showed sun-brown thigh
As Hertfordshire
Slipped quickly by
An English miss
Of that no doubt
My usual type
Is short and stout
But on that train
Just her and I
Her slender form
Did keep my eye
Both Welwyn bound
A summer's day
I fantasised
Us in the hay
That kept the shade
Of her fair hair
They put her there
For me to stare
A poster girl
She was you see
On British Rail's
Class Three One Three.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
. great!
the spelling
of an "offensive"
word is
more distressing
to you
than a sexualisation
of a naked body...
page 3
of the sun comes
nowhere the censor
of the word f%%%;
good boy, good girl,
make sure language
is ***** and that actual
***** is considered
casual-kojak -
for
the paedo-ring-leaders;
you try
speaking the truth,
i'll deny it...
first you apply
the decipher in writing
language...
and attempt to treat
your invented disease
that's dyslexia....
housewife quacks
wishing for a hard-on;
start talking to nuns
and baking cakes...
or do a downer!
go transgender!
the nag hammadi "library"
will surely guide you
down the "righetous" path;
the pronouns belong
to me...
if "she" can make
me believe "she's" a woman,
i will call "him" a she;
d'uh, coming from a mouth
that once said:
i'd **** anything
that moves,
if a "she" can fool a man...
what's the problem?
are people forgetting that,
to clarify pronouns,
you sometimes have to grate
some article usage?
there's a indefinite "pronoun"
that fools hetero....
but there's also the
definite "pronoun" the hetero
man identifies with, and owns
twice-over....
if a hetero man doesn't
think about ******* you,
sorry... you're like a frankenstein's
monster experiment gone wrong...
or more like igor's monster...
the rich can have it all...
the best you can do is internalise
the dysphoria, and wish
for a lucky lottery ticket,
or rich grandparents to perfect
the transition,
that i might sexually consider you
as a woman...
otherwise?
let's just say,
that when western society closed
its mental asylums, it created
its societies in asylums,
where everyone could
be considered mentally
ill.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC