"The bus journey always gives me time to think"
Sometimes I wish it didn’t. I don't know why the journey always has me pontificating about the world, the immediate world, my family, my work, my friends, not the whole world.I don't know why I think of Syeda today. The pretty...
"A blind date with a lustful vampire..."
I died last night.I’m watching now.Me, lying on crisp white sheets that billow with the breeze from the open window as the rain drips and puddles on the wooden floor.The marks still visible to see. Two blood red streaks on...
We dream the dreamWe smile the smileThe haunting naughty voices insideFluttering black matted lashesStruttingAcross the roomAcross the airwavesJust another Friday game played hereJust another cauldron of mannequinsOffering sweet candy To those willing to dance to my latest tuneThe heat of the...
Lusting breathless,A darker shade, dishonestly worn well.Innuendos deafening the silence,In my quarters pen pushing erotic dreams.Elbow deep in inked archives from these weary mind’s bag of bones,Whispered voices from the lost dark chastity.Flickering candle flames highlight up and downs,These naughty,...
The tap, tap, tap on the keys,That sweet sound, like a lullaby,Drumming out the wanton words,Shameful, sultry, sentence after sentence.Drawing the sweet, innocentAnd downright dirty inside.Where they squeeze, squirm and shudder,Deep within their psyche,As they lie, sit or stand.A rhythm...
We met on a Saturday or was it Sunday?Anyway there we were,Queen Katherine and Princess Scarlet,A kettle steaming.I was steaming elsewhere.We talked one by one to convert,More like pervert!'Over land and sea, your haunting voice'.Pictures of lollipops and septum’s,A Goth...
"Hi, Mr Comma."“Hello, anybody there?”“Please Mr Comma, come out to play.”“No.”“Please Mr Comma, or should that be Ms Comma?”“Just Comma will do. And the answer is still no.”“Meany.”“Yes, why don’t you use Full Stop or Quotation Marks? You are always...
“You look a little-lost darling; I’m guessing you’re not here for a little action babe?” The woman laughed as she leant on the edge of the open car window.Emily’s blush was unseen in the dark dimly lit street. She had...
“Now don’t you go anywhere my dear, I won’t be too long, hopefully, perhaps home by eleven.”“How can I go anywhere, you’ve tied me to the bedposts.”“Oh, yes, I knew there was something I was supposed to do before I...
"Travelling on the twenty-six bus...."
Friday afternoon 2pmSittingStandingMusic onMusic offAll the leafy lanesAnd car parked streetsBlinds down or drawnCurtains plain, chintz, washed or boiledThen there is closedWhy?Baby sleeping, Daddy shiftsOr Mummy tired Granny nodding and knittingUncle Ted wankingAuntie Pat masturbatingYes you heard me rightAll those sweet...