W W W

Faithful masturbation
My audience world
Women not wives

Spread and solo
Videos of life
Sucked from curled
Brown swirls

Bright pink bikini top
Rip revealing
Cash
And prize

Fingers
In two flavour pies
Swat at 'em
Flies
Circle the cheap
Home recorder
Zooming
Closer

An inch away
Closer
That's too close
Closer

To the vice

Hold Your Horses

I’m destined

Filling pages with creepy

Hints and urges

Tales of my unused prick

Hold your horses I’m not saying cunt

Starvation is only getting to me

Or full ripe lust will turn me

Inside out

But here’s some shame

The cheap stuff

That colours my fingernails

And wakes me at 5.45 a.m

On a Saturday with a hard on

Over my last one

I pulled at it

Settling down

Slowing my hunted heart

A porno projecting

On the back of my lids:

She’s bending over

To light a cigarette in rainbow

Panties she soaps up

My cock and her breasts

And puts 2 + 2 together

On her hands

Bouncing on me

Her happy ass slapping my thighs

After the frenzy

My room goes grey

And cars on Hampstead Road

Beep and honk

Sometimes the rain

Sends me back to a pitiful sleep

Or I’ll try and make

It to another X frame

But that doesn’t work

I’ve got a set of projections

That wake me

That I work with

I say her name

Out loud

And try use a 6^th

Sense to make her whip off

The covers and rub herself

That rhythmic sticky sound

Breathing and whispers

Her cunt blooms and tingles

I listen to traffic and creaky floorboards and the

Interrupting washing machine on its first cycle

On my day off.

Just Remember

For A. T

There is an abundance of sorry lost cunts
Bewildered by ineptitude,

Some have no hands and live with mummy
Daddy just wants to get through the weekend papers,

Some hibernate in boudoir boo hoo's
Floors littered with damp hope and hunger,

Pictures of assfucking, thoughts of cum soaked
tissues and jazz mag pages stuck with paste

The paste of lonely masturdators, these kids with tainted
Egos haven't pissed themselves or stubbed a cigarette
Out on their arms, haven't traded their heart with a
Woman only willing to act like a sad cow about to be
Cut into dinner sized meals

If you thought getting caught on enemy lines in a war zone
Would be a full time nightmare
Get yourself out there, go to bars and work and school
Walk in Autumn and meet a brazen feline

Pet her, buy her a three star tin of cat food, a velvet collar
With a name and number and home address
And she'll still scratch gashes on your cheeks and
Claw one of your fucking eyes out

She'll wander off and come back purring through the flap
And nuzzle against you when you have low migranes
You'll see her and hear that familiar meow
On walls around any city in the world.

First Silence

Once again Repeating

Forming Patterns

Seen before

Holding glasses

Inhaling

The same lines

Growing over

Instant marriage

Relaxed

In another seat

Doesn’t change

My heart or

The emptiness rising to new levels

My deaf heart

Opening

To be ripped

In silence

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Paranoid Arachnoid

Spiders in churches

& hospital corridors

Children’s bedrooms

Kitchen cupboards

Behind removable mirrors

Under damp cardboard boxes

Down plugholes

Hanging out their legs

They have tapdanced in your Mouth

Their eyes have spied you shower

Up in corner's safe & free

They stay

Vodka Isometrics

It started in the light

Another day

From my ochre teeth

To Bones

Connected in my feet

Some parts of night

Jumped

Between matter and skin

It came full circle

Once one had left

Another appeared

Laced with another

Blow or soft bite

Fractured upstairs

Full make up over

Scars found again

She dried off bruises

Saying this time

Next year

These legs

And eyelashes

Will take you

Side of the table

From the other end
It looks and sounds
Easy to take

One year or more
Before roads and rooms
You knew

Move into

Rooms and roads with
Different walls
Paint signs

And sounds

I put my old hands and head
Into all of this
And recollect
A kissed mouth
I’m dry without

It’s that tongue
I’m trying to find

In one hand...out the other.

Let me know when the party's over
Let me know about deaths brush
And certain handfuls

Tell me of punishing hangovers
Tales of Benedictine and Brandy
Blue Agave and Ginger Beer
Cockroaches
Trips to Golgotha

Call me an insensate bastard
Bruised and overdue
I'm still above ground
With straight
Answers

Close shaves not of where
But how I'm full
Of concupiscence
And little to show for

Rife Rumours

Since Elvis has left the building
For good
He’s been seen on Mars
In a Michigan Supermarket
At a dive bar in East Hollywood
Running on a Vegas treadmill
Chowing down at Beef and Liberty
And Four Flames.

Some say he’s grown a grizzly beard
And lives on the left bank
Or he’s slimmed down
And started dog breeding

They’ve seen him sing Karaoke
And in priest clothes.