Senseless

Hauled out of the attic
enveloped in musty damp,
dusty old letters and keepsakes

spew sleeping memories of
schoolgirl virgins with innocent bodies,
Filthy minds wailing about male genitalia.

Paper fragile – images fleeting
glimpses of former friendships.
Mingled, mended – mangled ended.

Fingers flicker photograph edges
Faces smile under curling corners
Drunken revelries at spontaneous parties.

Voices rejoice in trivial tones,
Intimate confabs about day jobs
blow jobs and travels abroad

Anthologies of apologies
Consummate – congratulate – commiserate
Birds, bees and fish in the sea.

Lonely adolescent memories -
Confused protrusions
poke out of the past.

Open the box -
I free them at last.

Published in: on September 28, 2006 at 10:16 am Leave a Comment

Weigh it up!

Teeth sinking deep into sweet chocolate
Serotonin bursts into a rainbow
Dancing colours on my hungry tongue,
Wicked windows open doors of pleasure,
Daring deeds of treasures in a dream,
Nothing like the flavour of a sin.

Deadly cruel unkind assassin
Licking lips and slapping evil tongue
Across my hopes of dietary dreams,
Calling me towards forbidden pleasure
Inviting me to bite the chocolate
Wrapped in innocence, tied with a bow.

How I long to give you the elbow
But still your presence tingles on my tongue.
Every piece of charming chocolate
Sees the sinner long before the sin.
Sugared destinies promising pleasures
Disappear and melt into a dream.

Indulging in confectionary dreams
I give myself a lashing of my tongue.
Beguiling is the promise of a sin,
Leaving me alone a golden rainbow
Buried in every bar of chocolate
Tantalising tastes of primal pleasure.

Wild embrace unwrapping priceless pleasure,
Beware young maid the lure of chocolate
Dangers for one wanting a girl’s dream
Figure it out when looking for a beau,
A lusty lad with whom you want to sin,
Passionate prose and mingling of the tongue.

Do you want the man upon your tongue
Or would you choose another kind of sin?
Weighing up each measured pound of pleasure,
Shooting from the hips a weighty bow,
Pear-shaped bliss and shattered hour glass dreams
Each moment on the lips, sweet chocolate.

Dreams are made of you, my chocolate,
I want to be alone, just like Garbo
While endless pleasures singe my tongue with sin.

Published in: on September 20, 2006 at 3:51 pm Comments (2)

Pica Pica

Clerical in pied plumage -
Rummage through the grassy grail
christened by a breaking day-

Scatter the diamond treasures -
trinkets cling fruitlessly – blades
unbridled beware blue-green

presence – iridescent thief -
Wicked wings in winter sun -
Raucous relative of crow -

Beady eyes – haunted hungry
feed on carnivorous dreams -
someone else’s unborn young.

Unnerved glances – cautious hands
salute and swerve whispered rhymes-
fishwives curses – riddled verse

collude rumours – cold perverse -
Old spinsters peck on the ground -
Lovers lost or never found.

Published in: on September 11, 2006 at 11:54 am Comments (1)

One Self

I married myself in Dingle
Aquamarine sterling silver
Sliding down my empty finger.
Mist curled round the Kerry mountains
Blessing the union – heaven’s kiss.
Tastes of infinite liberty
Danced freedom’s waltz across my tongue.
I wrapped my arms around my waist
Squeezing myself so close, so tight
Splintered selves becoming one soul
Dreaming of life in wedded bliss.

Published in: on September 7, 2006 at 8:52 am Leave a Comment