Weekend with his mates
facebook photos tell a tale
insists only friends
Choose to take heed or do not, that is wholly up to you of course.
Weekend with his mates
facebook photos tell a tale
insists only friends
‘Flashing Lights’ was the prompt.
Each blink and flash illuminates
laid bare, the hunger shown
then lights fierce glare fades slow lips wet
and in the dark alone
a hunger deep, a need to fill
his thirst to satisfy
he must succumb and cannot wait
without a thought to why
he lusts and needs and craves and wants
then light once more shines bright
he stands before the fridge quite hungry
in his underwear at night
Seems an ideal opportunity for a haiku about something one should not really be writing haiku about.
dry as the desert
Nervous at the urinal
prying eyes be gone
It happened yesterday briefly and It was a curious thing indeed after not seeing it since the 16th of June.
what madness is this
Moisture falling from the sky
it has been a while
‘Malevolent’ was the prompt.
He taps into his darker self, malevolent thoughts he seeks
yet mostly struggles them to find and darkness then to speak
yet deep he digs perhaps to find the things he keeps well hid
and in a moment clear a rage he heeds the prompts dark bid
Gives voice to things he’d like to do and thoughts he entertains
of zombie infestations seeing creatures eat friends brains
he shoves a colleague down the stairs, into a river does kittens throw
and finger bangs a woman that he doesn’t want to know
He defecates outside a school, and then punches a horse
makes pranks calls to widower and mocks the dead of course
then dreaming of the things he like to do and those he hates
he peers in through your window, on your roses masturbates
kittens drowned and puppies kicked he revels in the spite
and chokes his wife with trembling hands as she sleeps through the night
All day he entertains and dreams and lets the darkness out
into a cinema he runs “Allah Akbar” shouts out
And then with poem on the page the darkness does recede
and bids you keep his secret and the darkness not to feed
with smiles and laughs the rage does pass and normal it returns
he presses publish, smiles and winks and to the next page turns
Revisiting a favourite topic. Beige leg coverings.
Dying for the loo
I better sit down to pee
Im wearing beige shorts
Again I apologise to all of the Japanese
yummy vindaloo
Arse like a Japanese flag
next time go for mild
B.Y.O.B
Fireworks and fake news
fun migrant fuelled barbecue
jugs of mothers tears
There is surely nothing worse
didn’t stop alarm
falls out of bed, showered, dressed
bollocks it’s sunday!
I apologise to all of the Japanese
Babies first bath time
Somebody grab a towel
Code BROWN, code BROWN. Gag…
‘Disembodied Voices’ was the prompt. Be damned with structure I say…
Night cold wraps arms so tight round
and smothers hope and cackles sharp
as cuts run deep and fears run wild
and madness on the wind returns.
Feet raw back bent and furrowed brow
hands clasped tight around ears
rank voices beg come home to where
you left us deep beneath the soil
And parting breath mists in the night
nails scratch frantic at the earth
and laughter fills the darkest night
dragged screaming away at last
Alas it will be more of the same this month 🙂
Early night? Yes please
but lo! The 3am curse
damned old mans bladder
Should have gone to Spec Savers.
across crowded room
attraction and nice from far
close up far from nice
Almost a proper one…soooo close.
Summer crowns the day
and lush the earth green laid bare
Great, best mow AGAIN
Let’s continue the summer theme shall we. There are some sights out there to be seen for sure.
Soaring temperatures
drunk shirtless methodone tramps
all the girls bits out
Today I did actually see what appeared to be a shirtless methadone tramp. I think he had maybe lost his shirt though or left it in a dumpster because it didn’t seem to be about his person. Curiously he also had one trouser leg rolled up to the knee whilst he wore the other in the more traditional fashion.
How do I know he was on something? Well I don’t and I might be super judgy but I think walking down the middle of the road whispering to himself whilst staring wildly at passers by was a bit of a give away.
Still, I’m sure it was lovely to feel the sun on his back as he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the fine weather we are having.
On the matter of flesh well, you just head down to the market here and you’ll see what I am on about. Whilst I am all for body positivity whatever your shape or size that doesn’t mean I support adults wearing childrens clothes to go and eat sausage rolls on a bench outside of the bookies.
😉
It was from the sink I swear
Urinal splashback
onto beige linen trousers
Groin to hand dryer
It is bloody warm here today and it was not wise to do a load of gardening.
everything sweaty
cant stand to be near myself
making myself gag
‘Melody’ was the prompt
She sits and waits, atop the waves, and calls into the night
sweet welcome words, and promise sweet, calls travellers to her light
poor weary souls, so far from home, melody spans the seas
port in the storm, her welcome arms, to do with as she please
and in her grasp, her lilting tune, eyes search for welcome land
and hopes there dashed, and vessels smashed, beneath the waves now damned
mmmm robbery
day two of diet
would mug a child for sweeties
stab a tramp for cake
Lord of all he surveys
Don, king of ‘Murca
Hands on hips legs akimbo
Knee deep in orphans
A most unpleasant image
Urine stained POTUS
masturbates into a sock
naked on his desk
I know it’s wrong and inappropriate but it might be true and I know this says a lot about me but I find the image hilarious and sometimes you just have to laugh you know.
It did originally read:
Urine stained POTUS
masturbates into a sock
On a pile of orphans
But the last line has one too many syllables. I know, It’s a waste of a good sock too!
These are actually Senryu I believe. Oh well. No one got hurt in the making of it.
Footloose, fancy free
the life of the singleton
cries into her wine
‘Lucid Dreams’ was the prompt
As midnight comes, heart filled with fright
Deep sleep invades with force and might
darkness comes and steals thoughts white
and fills dread mouth with screams
And knuckles white and fists gripped tight
all is consumed and hope so sleight
a future dark a loveless plight
devoid of suns bright beams
As dawn approaches cold and bright
throws off the shackles of the night
and black relents, gives way to light
all just a dream it seems
Yet soul corrupted, rancid blight
all joy is stolen, no delight
to head and heart foul beasts invite
and succumbs to her dreams
If he liked it that is….
procrastinated
from the back of a Harley
she waved her goodbyes
Immersed/Reflective were the words provided
Lungs bursting as icy grip ensnares
eyes wide scrambling for purchase
panicked, repeatedly plunged deep
face familiar sneers
to sleep
immersed