Posts Tagged ‘girl’

clowncorpse

Corpse of a clown
Face without eyes
Deadweight diatribe against earth magic
Maudlin musing about nocturnal naughtiness
Dead grey foetus in a rubbish bin
Dead eyed optimism
Dead eyed consumerism
Corpse of a chorus girl
Makeup blurred, legs spread
Paranoia, Paranoia
Meanwhile many at the old folks home are
Entranced by the possibility of a quiet death
A quick death
Sacrificial mechanisms confound and confuse
And Paranoia seeps in
Encrusted with schadenfreude
Beaten to a spaghetti consistency
Squeezed through skull
Aching for cold lips
Of death kiss
Corpse of Marilyn Monroe
Necrophilia
Paranoia, Paranoia
Eyeball sliced like an egg
Eye-juice oozes
Poison gas pass-times eat away the soul
Napalm nightmares blaze across the cranium
Paranoia, Paranoia
Road-kill retro-action to circumvent cynicism
Squashed cat somnambulism
Body-bag of broken bones
Corpse of a junkie
Fantasy zombie collapses
Cold in a corner
Paranoia, Paranoia
Rigour mortis
Statue of the living
Physical indelible memory
Every corpse like a leaf in the wind
And a cell in the body of the grim reaper

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nude

Would you be my imaginary girlfriend?
It’s not a demanding role
Just treat me with kindness
And don’t ignore me
I will inflate your tolerant smile into a balloon of unrequited love
Transubstantiate indifference to affection
Dream of you daily and cry out your name in my sleep
Dancing flesh, pink nipples in my dreams

Could you be my imaginary girlfriend?
I will place you on a pedestal taller than a Jarrah tree
And imagine that you are an angel from highest heaven
I know you’re out of my league

Should you be my imaginary girlfriend?
I will be your biggest fan
And allow you treat me like shit
But I promise not to get to weird
Or start stalking you
I know it’s twisted
But I just can’t help myself

For Dylan Thomas

Posted: June 19, 2014 in poetry
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dylan
If I were emboldened by the velvet voice of the rutting fawn,
Who leaves the land-locked maidens in his wake,
And breaks the spring-time grasses without care,
I too would be excited by the rub of love,

And run outside to fellow-friend the girls.
So dazzled by their grace and pulchritude,
As wondrous are their bones to my desire,
I fenced the smoke and overcame my fear.

Within the groves that once were my home streets,
I with careless footsteps was restored,
As I spent myself among the wind-swept girls,
And fruitlessly meditated on the shattering of a maiden.

As all of noble nature cries out for sentiment,
And each trifling creature longs to stretch its line.
Each will populate the kindling earth,
To make an ending to perpetual time.