Posts Tagged ‘fuck’

man

Will what makes a man of me

Unmake you as a woman?

An embrace or a head-fuck

The undergirding certainties are crackling like leaves in flame

All so precarious

All so deficient

I’m afraid reality will fall apart

All dreams and schemes collapse to dust

If Trump bombs North Korea

And the whole shit-storm accelerates into apocalypse

And a nuclear missile hits Garden Island

 

Will what makes a man of me

Make me cruel and unforgiving

Is forgiveness weakness?

Is gentle Jesus too meek and mild?

To inspire a man to be a man

When the world is full of baby munching super predatory shark monsters

Victimizing and ripping off all the people who can’t stand up for themselves

It’s scary for gentle people

It’s scary for all people

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Trio

Posted: October 13, 2017 in poetry
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iggy

The holy trio of Iggy, Bowie and Reed

Now just Iggy

But Iggy just keeps on going

Causing trouble in a spectacular manner

Just imagine Iggy at the Big Day Out

Iggy swings the microphone around his head

Then it hits him the face

Then he says

‘Let’s fuck this shit up’

And starts pulling down the curtains around the stage

So let us fuck shit up

Just like Iggy

Every day

As everything is fucked anyway

Let us try to fuck it further and deeper

 

 

sleep

Damn sleepless night

Head cramping

Legs restless

Frustration growing

Have a wank

An hour later still can’t sleep

Listening to music- triple J and RTR

Surfing across stations in search of calm vibes

Frustration growing

Trying to self-sooth to sleep with mantras, incantations diaphragmatic breathing

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Should I count sheep or guinea pigs?

But just can’t get there

Frustration growing

Get up

Read a book

Damn eyes are going

Can’t read the print

A curse on all people who sleep easily

A wish for some seriously strong sleeping pills

A fantasy of gnarly benzodiazepines

Mogadon me baby

Now, now, now

Fuck this shit

Fuck this shit

Fuck this shit

winona-ryder-400_0

He wants her in the water like a lily made of flesh

He wants her in the mountains scaring yeti out of caves

He wants her riding nowhere at the beginning of the day

He wants her to embrace him in succulent moonlight

He wants her sweet and writhing in the intensity of fuck

He wants her to rewire his brain into a more pleasing configuration

He wants her to convince him that he is worthwhile and not a chump

He wants her to put up with his porn-perverted sexuality

He wants to wax along her wobbly sex

He wants to gnarl around her three pointed paradise

He wants her to pretend he is attractive

He wants her to extend her body to him

She doesn’t want to

 

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I remember you skin on skin
That time when I took you from behind
And you said ‘fuck harder’
But now you’re gone
Moved on
And I am alone
And soaked in memories
From the wank bank
I am still eternally grateful
To you
For my most successful relationship
Which wasn’t really that successful
As I was taking too many drugs
And running amuck

americanrestoration

I wish I was a real man

Like those guys on American Restoration

I wish I was more Nick Cave and less Clive Palmer

I wish I could drink all night and throw up in the morning like Bukowski

But I’m not a badass

I’m not alpha

I lack the social skills to pick up women in a bar

I lack the drive to dominate and subjugate

I have a feeling I lack testosterone

Can men and women really be friends?

Just because you want to fuck someone

Doesn’t mean you don’t respect them

In fact you probably respect them more through idealisation

Imagining them on a pedestal

Beautiful unobtainable woman

Forever in my mind

I’d be happy with the friendzone

Just to spend some time in your orbit

Gorgeous bodacious babe

 

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Do your thoughts ever surprise you?

Do they rise up like sharks from you unconscious and bite you in two?

Rendering you paralyzed with fear and paranoia

Are there sweaty poisonous thoughts subtle as ferrets that eat you up from the inside?

Or wild roller-coaster thoughts that trip your skull out to the edge

Do they come as voices and gibber and gape in your cranium?

Telling you to kill yourself or someone else

Don’t do it

Chill the fuck out

It’s just an illusion of the mind

 

Yolandi

Posted: February 7, 2017 in poetry
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yolandi-visser

Oh Yolandi

You so funky

In your yellow dress eyes totally black with contacts

Rapping to the fucked up techno techno techno beats

Teasing the boys with your knowing fuckability

Like a pornographic pixie, cheeky and freaky

I hear your angry helium voice in my brain

Oh Yolandi

You so funky

You

Posted: January 8, 2017 in poetry
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brian-family-guy-blunts-bongs

You turn me on

You smoke a bong

You bend me out

You are a lout

You break me down

You spin me round

You trip me up

You steal my cup

You funnel me through

You break me blue

You frenzy my penguins

You crack me open

You dance me dead

You fuck with my head

You encompass my accidents

You scramble my sentiments

You embrace my ravings

You focus my cravings

You tremble my bones

You hog all my cones

winona-ryder-400_0

Oh unobtainable woman

I’m scared to hit on you

You’d probably tell me to fuck off

Then I’d go sniff some glue

Oh unobtainable woman

Your boobies are so cool

I long to kiss them all night long

I’ll always be your fool

Oh unobtainable woman

I dreamt of you last night

Can’t tell you what we got up to

Hiding from the light

Oh unobtainable woman

I long to be your friend

I promise not to get pervy

And slap your rear end