Calvary Cross

Calvary Cross The time has come and I must leave Force my burden up the hill The crowd unsure: I start, I stop Drag my cross by force of will Last resting place in blazing sun

Banking on You

Banking on You Your vagina slits You pump up your tits And preen your ringlets flowing Manufactured smile Painted on a while Ago, when you practised wanton, knowing. Each bum cheek takes

Speed Dating

Speed dating Would she find true love? Cupid’s dove? Forged above? He was a sad loner Sperm donor One owner She longed for a new friend Heart to mend Will Heaven send?

Clive Frankenstein

Clive Frankenstein Dr Frankenstein, I presume? Pieced together from the tomb The tower: lightning strike, then – BOOM! You were alive Out of death’s shadows chill you loom

Judge Jolly

Judge Jolly

Predictive Poetry 1 (Words I have taught my phone)

From Autism to Yarmouth...words I have taught my phone

The Forgotten Continent

The hallowed hollowing has not occured I think you have plugged the holes And patched the wounds You placed the seaside on my thumb And opened the gate

Instituitionalised Religion

The Church bells were ringing, We knew we were late. We ran across the yard because Mummy said God couldn't wait. We took up our seats and the music started playing

Blood - Chapter 3

Nico is on the transport.

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