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A brothel of sorts
Under the sea lies a brothel of sorts Where favours from Sirens and Mermaids are bought By Dolphins and Porpoise who hide from their lives By straying a moment away from their wives, The customers barter the cost with the whores One seashell, two and a fin full of spores An octopus shudders and lets go his ink While the shark goes upstairs with a nod and a wink, And all of the time in a room at the rear Sits the pimp-fish just grinning from tail-fin to ear As he counts all the seashells and coral and pearls That are earned by his Mermaids and Sirens and Girls, Fifteen rooms in the brothel - a dungeon as well And if they could talk oh what tales they would tell They would speak of old Jonah who once wandered in To be swallowed by Whales who were working within, They'd tell you of Neptune who's tripod was sunk Into many a Mermaid when he came in drunk, They'd talk of dear Nero who'd oft' moor his craft At the side of the brothel whilst fixing his shaft And of Blackbeard the pirate who always would spend Every Monday in bed with a young Mermaid friend, The brothel is known from the North Pole to South It's fame spread by seamen and by word of mouth All in the oceans have heard of it's name This brothel, this whorehouse this place of the game Yet up on the land where the rest of us are It's just an aquatic, seabound shangri-la For if it was known that this place did exist The humans would wreck it each time they got pissed So though we have seen it we must never talk Of this place 'neath the ocean where fish pop their corks We must keep it a secret between you and I Like tales of our childhood and pie-in-the-sky, Let's head for our home now and leave this behind The Dolphins and Porpoise and whores of all kinds Lets leave them in peace in this brothel of sorts Where favours from Sirens and Mermaids are bought While all of the time in a room at the rear Sits the pimp-fish just grinning from tail-fin to ear As he adds up the pears and the coral and spores That are earned by his legendary, talented whores.
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Peacock days
in every wish i've ever made, i stay but never overstayed,
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Colour Of Sound
Kandinsky painted music. He had a medical condition : SAW the notes as he heard them, the same every time, in a box before his eyes he echoed in...
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Scarecrow
Scarecrow Standing supreme, on his one wooden leg, so cynical in his silence Casting a secretive, solitary shadow, creating an air of contempt,...
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You Will
Sleep tight through biting bruising rainbow rosed tattooed tears dawn curtains reveal long ago wishes seedlings on glazed dew will sparkle you to love
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Midnight is the time before six hours of winter
Midnight is the time before six hours of winter It is not the clock greenly sighing itself through the minutes or the refusal of the light to...
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Face 1
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Burning the bodies
From my window, south facing In a heated room with a table I saw the summer Slowly strangled, by twisted Cruel fingers of the autumn I could have...
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Enigma Variation
The truth behind the Mona Lisa's smile
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Perfume for Men
Saturday with the paper.
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K- Anti-Masochistic
Help on the way
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Of Peasoup and Piracy: (Butlers Wharf Winter 1962)
I have an investment here over the knots of a century it's bound around the fraying years on a cleat of memory so loosen time and pull boys flex the...
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A The Drive: Tale of a Man Chapters 1&;2
The man, a true eccentric, road trips to find the only thing he loves other than himself: Maria.
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Reacting Badly to Criticism
"And," sighed my manager, "you react badly to criticism." He pushed his soft body back against his padded chair. His sticky fingers settled into a...
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Saint Paul's from Ludgate Hill
Dawn ebbs, half-light recedes, and only the faintest trace of night lingers in the cold side alleys that reach from the yawning street.
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Disquieting Lights
Old wounds heal....
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Dad's Addiction
A father struggles with sobriety.
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Alone
A terrified character realises the horror of solitude
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