Cherrypicked stories
Sex Butler
Sex Butler Gentlemen, I’ll admit The modern world’s a sordid jip Run by grubby little men who like to gloat Everywhere you turn you’re faced with some gaunt slapper’s gurn
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- 787 reads
Clima - his romance
sandstorms come in from Sahara - edit
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Afternoon
The first thing I've written in quite some time, woven from random thoughts on a rather frustrating afternoon at work and composed in under half an hour. An experiment. Comments are appreciated.
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- 1968 reads
OUR SON - a family challenge
"Do you want to come home from Training School son?" "Yes."
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Slim/Fast
I am full of emptiness all form no substance My talent wasted I am number 13 of 100,000 I am 0.9% of the 90 the invisible now visible a magic act in 3 parts the Greek say
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Hangover
I want to call everyone I've ever loved And tell them: Our time together Gave me joy so searing That now, when Sunday Is muffled and smells Like sweating bacon The thought of you tweaking
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A Poet in Student Halls
Between shapes moving towards the serpent and crystal craving shapes, I'll grow a beard as deep as the river, and stick a poster on my wall. With a tree that can't stop singing
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Oh no it isn't!
What's in a name? IPOW, inspired to such nonsense as this.
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The Girl With Norwich In Her Pocket
This is an experimental villanelle, with the repeated words within the lines, in the same order, rather than at the end of each line and rotated.
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A Passing Day.
Where do you find the time or inspiration to write?
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There's someone dead in the toilet
I know it's Emma's party and I don't want to spoil it but I think there is somebody dead in the toilet.
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We should call a man
It's not my fault that I'm not able to French Polish the scratched coffee table
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Inspiration Point: Soggy Butties.
New Confessions
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Give My Daughter Back Her Hair!
Playing the lottery is what people do instead of changing their life, she tells me, buttoning up her pinstriped jacket.
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Chapter Four: Captain Storm (EDITED)
“With a poppet?”
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The Shining Stone
“The Shining Stone”
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Dear Man I Saw On The Platform At Colchester
Dear man I saw on the platform at Colchester, You hugged the ugly Polynesian girl Then waited while she got on board the train I confess, my knee-jerk thought was Mail order bride
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- 1486 reads
FAMILIES
I took photos of the Woods, Ate healthily with the Greens, Got a cake from the Bakers, Had egg and chips with the Beans.
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River
Two bottles of rioja Are unleashed - 'My teeth were made for this', Grinning like a Greek. This midnight sneak To the river Is a way to jolt me Aloft. Riposting, I show My sad tits
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The West
(Driving Through Suburbia) When you drive through a suburb, You see the ghosts of the land: Pines standing free and open, Avenues of young maples, planted after the wars,
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- 846 reads