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Chicken Poop for the Sassy Soul

Chicken Poop for the Sassy Soul By Michael Lawrence

Resurrection Prayer

You entered my cathedral to take Holy Communion. I was spread upon the alter Praying for sexual union. You annointed me with oil, as you slid between...

V-Secret

How do you do that? Drop a compliment With a grin, Flirt, in your belly laugh And my answering giggle Your ham fisted, back handed, Well meant...

Know

"You don't know me" He said Calm, without accusation Emphasis on the last word, I know your face, The grin, You're smiling eyes How when you tell a...

K: HELL IS CALLING

HELL IS CALLING I pass into the embers turning, Orbs that burrow seek out burning. Recede I try but the probing is running, Mobile dally with...

Judging Me

Do you know how difficult this is? Writing With no idea if I'll get anything worth reading Then letting you decide Like lying naked on the sheet,...

Q-Promise

"I've made a half promise to myself" He said "never to fall in love" Yet I, with no more clue Am not sure it can be helped, Or why you would want to...

Monday bloody Monday.

Another week to slaughter...

U-Touch

Why does your touch leave no sign? My body should bear your mark For it is your possession Yet now your caress is over What is there to prove it ever...

Z-Scars

Scars You can read my scars, My body has become a map, Full of past incidents A slip with a hatchet here, A snagged thorn while cycling, My foot...

Q~ God's New Plan

God weighs up his plan to build a more enlightened earth.

J: WINTER HAIKU

WINTER HAIKUS Drumfire bolt of rain, Outpouring lagoon icy cold. Willows medius lurch. Comatose moors idle, Birds screak combs the vampish land. Cold...

An interview with a surreal artist

interview with the artist Jas Maddock surreal,etc by a student researching surrealism and dualism

DIWALI ? THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS

DIWALI - THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS Diwali came on its annual round, On the Indian soil, To bring brightness in the lives, On this day for all. This day'...

H

Little winged princes, on this frightening day run for the warm air, and a band of feathers, whilst I risk their shadow.

I

This gentle silence left by the afternoon is somehow obscure to the ripened grasses that will live through the night.

G

The beats of my heart and every drop of this rain have, in concurrence, made a popular music to which they love to dance.

F

The new sun, climbing, sees, through frigid incense, three bejewelled crickets slowly bleeding of colour as its warmth drifts down to thaw.

E

Throughout the cold night I searched myself for beauty. In slight despair I waited for the morning, to reflect the withered moon.

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