Thought’s of the Narcissist
I am.
And you, Sir
definitely
are not.
Filed under Poetry | Comment (0)The Tranny Dowstairs
air kisses show a
transsexuals monsters –
averted eyes
sticks and stones don’t raise
lady lumps and man bumps
Ice Cold
Filed under Haiku, Poetry | Comment (0)dark icy river –
suns warm touch wakes
tormented waters
Complex Apartments
carpet under my feet
dulls the slap of a hard world –
caveman cries below
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Cunning Detritus
Several half smoked ciggys
and a damp Havana butt.
A broken kiddie’s tricycle.
Enough planks and beams of wood
to make a large dog house
And an old dog house.
Nuts and bolts and the spanners to tighten.
Bottles whole and in half
And assortment of branches,
a thick trunk and a bundle of sticks.
A bonnet, two doors and a seat,
enough tyres to stack as high as my head
and a black bended steering wheel.
A severed dolls head and a dead cat.
A huge double mattress hiding
the mangled end of a ladder.
A paint can not quiet crushed flat.