Smooth lips concupiscent curves Nestled within an inner body Musky tingle of electric nerves As forked fingers shear scalps By Patrick Mackeown http://www.bookscape.co.uk/poems/index.php

Hounslow. For the dead.

My dinner was two peanut butter sandwiches

i told the devil a long time ago that i would never allow him to jade me, harden me, or make me contemptuous. but this is what i've become, and for that, i am sorry.... to myself.

One is about my father, one is about my mother

My mother had a nervous breakdown trying to fit round tomatoes into square sandwiches