to make more room
fruit of the loom
when tissues sag
the jewellery bag
sinks down the legs
like emu eggs.
Bellbottom tease
avoids the squeeze
today they’re small
a double ball
between fat thighs
like turtle eyes
too light to drop
down from the top
as fashions change
logic stays strange.
Similar Posts
We are a bunch of sheep,
the ewes shrink morein any rainyet no one knowswhy they do sterilisethe needlesto be usedto send one offto his rewardfor horrid crimes.Tis the mentality of thosewho order double Macs,large tubs of friesto be washed downby Uncle Pemberton’s sweet brew,no kilocaloriesno, none at all.
He had an inkling,
or even just a thumbnail onto it.And how, it did occur,would all this take its place,in history, the one he called his own.How much he had,of course it was unknown,a choice of unknown Godsbut not unwelcome,so, fleetingly and with a thumpdark thoughts would visitholding jolly hostagethere were so many endsthat would be loosefor quite some…
One thing that’s worse than communism
It always seems that some will takefrom others their own birthday cake.In poetry the theft of workshows traces of a low-life jerk.The answer, as it’s always been,is the old-fashioned guillotine.
Just twenty klicks on Friday after work,
I need the exercise to stay within some reasonwe now have summer here, the temperature is up.And in between I had, while no one looked and snooped,created one more poem for the week to post,I’d do the typing with my usual two fingers,and watch the ratings of the trolls for entertainment.There was the news to…
The grip was practiced and secure,
she’d tamed a wandering troubadourand found this luxury retreat.She liked him passive and supine,no selfish touches to confuse.Tall candles and red summerwine,all conscious thoughts were just a ruse.He’d liken it, she knew his mind,to a long piston on the movetied to a spring that would unwind,while tracking neatly in its groove.Men were soo technical, of…
And not a single hair was out of place.
majestically he walked the walk. His last.Let no one say he let them have the pleasureto smirk or grin or tell the grandkids laterthat ‘Uncle Bruno’ had collapsed or faltered.The executioner was talking to the priest,the latter was not needed, had been dismissedand then a hum had silently descended,all eyes were hungry, even cameras attended.Those…