toyboy
When Wendy,
an antique in the saddle
& partial to toy boys
saw daddylonglegs, clearly dyslexic
bounding up the stairs she said,
‘my mobile vibrated in my handbag.’
Wendy, an absolutely exquisite bitch
with a wishing magnet up her arse
threw her eyes skyward and said,
‘shoving cynicism aside, size matters!’
‘That exquisite elusive dragonfly alighted on me,’ she said,
‘& he immediately began dry humping me hard & fast.’
Wendy always thought short & thick does the trick
but this young lusty lover had the most enormous cock,
the ultimate dummy, a giant lollipop.
Next morning the agonizing ecstasy of internal bruising
was a tough readjustment for her clit-quivering chemistry,
but she thought smiling at her smug image in the mirror,
‘Who needs the wine list if you can get pissed on the dessert.’
‘There was only outside chance of turning this
into something more than a quick shag,’ she said,
on reflection over coffee with her lady friends,
‘I remembered better sex with my wabbit.
That actually makes men totally redundant.’
After their concerned comments she said,
‘thank you kindly for all your eloquent
insightful dissection of the situation.
And no, there are no notches on the bedpost,
that as you know just damages exquisite woodwork.’
February
February began
over again.
Hail brought it in,
like rain.
Dark shadows,
earth absorbed.
Light white
in sight.
Over again,
the month began.
Brighter
than
before.
February.
Transitory.
Hail brought it in.
951
951 Gaspra a flora asteroid orbits the Sun between Mars and Jupiter.
Its rocky metallic surface is pocked with impact craters.
Saint Romuald born in 951 fucked himself stupid as a youth
& left home when he saw his daddy Sergius kill his opposite in a duel.
Rommy became a monk & wrote, ‘Empty yourself completely.
Sit waiting like the chick who tastes nothing & eats nothing
but what her mother brings him.’ He got canon’s eyes for that
& did rather well in real estate.
Emperor Shizong also known as Wuyu was a drunk who liked to hunt.
Wuyu took to the field in 951 & stopped Chinese advance.
He was butchered by his own officer after the battle.
Born 951 Grigor Narekatsi, Armenian monk, poet,
mystical philosopher & theologian.
Khosrov his father Khosrov was archbishop.
Grigor wrote ‘on exposing the unseen,
on the disclosure of secrets,
on laying open the cover up.’
Donald Rumsfeld, Champion of Aspartame 951 that sweet poison
& architect of the Iraq invasion said,
in an interview with the New York Times,
‘Oh my goodness gracious me, we can know an awful lot of what is going on
in this world by punching a mouse on its nose.
I’m standing here doing something & I think,
what in the world am I doing here?
It’s a big surprise.’
The Don once, ‘ferocious in pursuing what he wants’
now dwells in an adobe house, across from a working dairy farm.
His family has horses, a donkey, a mule, cats, and Reggie the dog.
Joyce his missus said, ‘Don has the Reaganesque fixation
with clearing brush and chopping wood.’
They ride, ski, hike, fish, and skate on the dairy farm pond.
The people of Iraq & Afghanistan must be wishing him well in his retirement.
Prophet’s Vision
The Prophet of Reason has the eyes
To see new Worlds before they arise
In the Pool of Dreams The Seer now sees
A distant Kingdom, a Land for the Free…
An Elvin Warrior with a mighty Sword
A Prophecy is about to unfold
With the ring of The Elder’s Bell
Elvgarde, a new Messiah will be Born…
In wonderment and in wisdom
The Prophet does plunge
Into the Pool of Dreams
In search of the Chosen One
Into the Vision, now gone.
In The Wind
In the wind Iam free
My spirit soars with dignity…
No worries or pain or misery
In the wind I am free
And the steel horse I ride
Becomes a part of me…
Unision as one, an Entity
In the wind I am free
These Eyes Shall Never See
War and Famine, Plague and Disease
Hunger and Starvation
Will these things ever cease to be?
A New Age Coming, A Promised One
To Bring the World of Today into Tomorrow
Ending all Hate, all Strife, all Sorrow
A God Of The Kingdom Come
These Eyes Shall Never See
I Am
I Am The Hate For The Loveless
I Am the Darkness Within The Light
The Prayer Of The Damned
The Savior Of Night
In Dreams I Am Seen
In Wakeness I Am Felt
I Am Always With You
In Answer to Your Silent Call
I Am Always Near
Although You Know It Not
I Am The Ghost Of All You Desire
I Am The Law Of The Lawless
To The Unfree I Am Liberty
To The Unrighteous I Am Right
I Am Salvation To The Wicked
I Am The Blood Of Sin
To The Godless I Am God
To All Of What Lies Within You
All These Things I Am
Mirrored Soul
The lines on my face show me shackled by age
Yet my soul remains forever young, forever free
Burdened by illness a body wastes away
However the spirit lives on eternally
And the mirror, the mirror silently speaks
As I gaze upon my self
Telling me all of these things
Dwelling In Darkness
The Light Beckons
Yet in Shadows
My Spirit It Hides
Dwelling In Darkness
My Soul Thus Resides
Fearful Of Heaven
Fearful Of Hell
Upon This Shell’s Passing
I Shall Wander
In Oblivion Eternally
Lost Without Hope Or Destiny
Dwelling In Darkness
Prizeless Prohetess
The Prophetess of Reason
Utters sighs as she gazes
Into a cauldron which promises
A Prize…
She awaits to see new worlds arise
But to no avail
For neither might nor magic
Can change what the Fates
Have preordained…
In Life and in Love
The Prophetess shall ne’er gain.
