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- True or False, y'all: Chez Relaxo is magic. 39 minutes ago
- Screw Grapes. Albert the Hologram is the best dressed man on TeeVee. 40 minutes ago
- Check that. I'm going to watch Quantum Leap all. goddamned. day. 48 minutes ago
- I plan to watch movies all. goddamned. day. 54 minutes ago
- JESUS, MARTIN; I HAVEN'T DONE IT YET! 2 hours ago
Pope Batman
- OMG you guys. Someone didn't come to confession. That's, like, a CRIME. 1 week ago
- @mmrilla That's a pretty dumb wish. Because I, like, fight crime ALL of the times. 1 month ago
- @lilypawz Dude. You got HAM at Easter? FFS. We had fish stew and these crappy buns. I'm'a bring Aquaman to your house next year. 1 month ago
- I mean, it's not like there's no precedent for having a bunch of criminals hanging around at Easter. 1 month ago
- So, for a change this Easter, I suggest we hunt for criminals instead of eggs. 1 month ago
Filthy Edna
- One thing you never do on a hot day is, you never give your arse-crack a good scratching just before serving pie. 4 weeks ago
- Lost my knickers in the rain barrel again. That neighbour boy's been flapping his blinds at me, too. 4 weeks ago
- I was scraping my bunions the other day, and it reminded me of the weekend in Cairo with Boutros Boutros-Ghali. The man had terrible feet. 2 months ago
- I've found that the smaller the pecker, the bigger the pecker-head. 2 months ago
- Suffice it to say, I couldn't look at anything longer than it was wide for a year without hooting the theme from "Hinterland Who's Who". 2 months ago
Category Archives: poetry
O Lamy, my Lamy!
- Remember: No good comes of Walt Whitman – O Lamy! my Lamy! my lovely pen is gone; The pen has written every word, the letters sought not done; The book is near, the bells I hear, the people all … Continue reading
Posted in Bad Mojo, poetry, True Stories
Tagged breaks my heart, No Good Comes of Walt Whitman, poetry
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Method of Loci
for Marie Your name floats, fades. Not actually you just the you I see in bits and bytes Your name, hovering, bifurcated. You are in parts. Crisp sheets, bone white, scratchy, not tucked Perhaps a blanket or two, warmed or … Continue reading
With
Fill these empty spaces These interstitial echoes of wheres we’ve been. Here is the crucible Opening before you, Incandescent. See this sandpaper scar, this winsome grin. Here are my arms Here my lips, parted Here is my short-gasped breath
Sodium
I imagine Your face bathed in the diffuse orange glow of a sodium street lamp The curvature of your jawline casts sharp shadows You shrug into a light leather jacket Where are we going? Your only answer a slight smile … Continue reading
Winter Wind
It seems today is the first day of winter I turned my back away, thinking I would not feel the chill of your leaving Still, it blasts through me. Your heart full to bursting I wasn’t there to wish you … Continue reading
Right Now
It seems I will never sleep again Or else sleep too deeply for the rest of time Today I hate Sundays because Sundays are a day of goodbyes My soul is raw and tender with your leaving We created the … Continue reading
Hibernia Burning
Words won’t let me settle I held you under water My lips covered yours to steal your last breath I have been Cassiopeia tumbling inverted through the winter sky I have been Hibernia burning yet nothing all along.
To Speak Without Speaking
Let us have this conversation, then The one that begins in separate rooms with averted glances. Let us cross paths as less than strangers In great wide swaths and arcing patterns Thank God for passageways. Every word is a strategy. … Continue reading
Catch-up
Autumn smells sweet when it rains. In a chill autumn rain, I chased toothpick boats down gutters. “You’ll catch your death”, she screamed at me from a gaping doorway. All the faster I ran. If I could catch my death, … Continue reading
Economist
Corded muscles and a tight-lipped grin “I’m listening,” says the set of your shoulders. Oh, it’s not listening I’d like from you. My tongue slipping along your jawline unbuttoning, unbuckling, unzipping. I undo you. As I undress you, your eyes … Continue reading
