Certificate 18

Adults only

Lover's Moon

On the dark side eclipsing my inhibitions your full moon

Sentence: My Girlfriend's Period

A period, your sentence a run-on, oozing from your distended colon, with dangling modifiers, no words left to describe your mood-altering pattern; so please close the loose ends,

The cockroaches

Your were too busy picking out The cockroaches in your mind And sweeping away spider webs, dust from clothes moths wings, off the corner of your eyes you sat

Five drops of blood

The fantail’s song is intoned Into the bonsai; festooned with- Memories, of the luck-ripe creature Your fate is so well sealed Mingling with the gems Diamonds among Slovakian crystals

Duplicitous Love

Your blond locks still flow freely Yet warm body-brushes entropy To coarser strands give empathy Bright, beaming eyes still sparkle blue But I no longer sweet glances accrue

Mediated Folio

Attenuated pebbles of sand Dark outlines, hand in hand Dull, inert waves on-end stand Polaroid dreams on dingy strand Satin grains with latex-finish glow Laminated figures, arm in arm, row

Folio of Lovers on a Beach Strand

Slathered, oiled frames Treading sands of time Foaming tides surge Briny film develops Two, virile images In pixelated motion Entering Love's folio Sharing spatial time

Subash, we cherish your company

Subash we cherish your company P K Routray Forty eight years before met we on a ragging floor in second hostel in REC our Alma-mater for the seniors’ fun and for us, the torture.

crushed ice crushed paracetamol

back in the day they say the cinema, used be a fiver now it's 10 quid for a film- 11.50 quid even so i don't go much to the cinema i crushed ice i crushed a paracetamol,