Nibbles. On A Fling

Oh dear he took the bait. Snared brought to the surface he shares a moment with the hunter weilding the rod a blonde beside a redhead demanding to be fed with something bigger much, much bigger than a runty little fish a side-dish not the wish of feminists in search of trophies. They tease and … Continue reading

Get Stuffed

On a sofa in a trailer park doing meth with someones sister brother took her ‘fore I did the shame of it both are born again the final judgement isn’t mine. Richard Quest confessed – not about the girl – he got a motorcade plus a raise but I’m not British can’t stage an English … Continue reading

Pricked

The sound of a pin dropped vacuous threat of calm before the storm up until now. The many-faced the nameless strangled in the yarn. Confess. Confess. Arguments! Be damned. Dance for madam like an ape Tarzan hate Jane? The rampage rolls on. Rumplestiltkin! What have you done? The princess has escaped.

Just Shy Of Sunrise

I don’t remember my last cigarette, but I can still taste the first one: dried banana leaves (shag) clumsily rolled into a cigar, smoked hidden in the grass behind a ‘liberal’ neighbour’s yard, a rebel who’d never reveal the passage rites of new teens testing the boundaries. I wasn’t alone; my cousin of the same … Continue reading

Codename: Salvation

WARNING: SALTY LANGUAGE On the evening Brexit trumped on reason a devout man pleaded with me on a corner in Berlin a bold mission to extract my immortal soul from an imminent peril of which I was unaware. He told me I was born a sinner because a slutty woman put the wrong thing in … Continue reading

Furious

The Borgia Lex woke up from summer slumber to what the world’s been up to phew got a whiff of a fat tick on the 18th hole coldhearted empty orange soul boasting of paper-towel-3pointers, scored on hurricane victims. What the fuck! Fuck is right. Weinstein. You done wrong, Harvey. But so did Trump and he … Continue reading

Uncanny

An American billionaire, out of sheer desperation, is asking the American public for help. The Manhattan real estate developer is suffering an unpresidented streak of victories, with no end in sight, and is frantic to end his good fortune. “I can’t sleep anymore – it’s killing me. I roam the house each night in my … Continue reading

Wasted

My decision never to mention him complicated things accusations that I couldn’t be trusted to make responsible choices or have deep conversations about subjects that impact our daily lives and try as I might to deny apathy and steer the conversation anew away from him the burden I’d relenquished there was no convincing her she … Continue reading

International

I awoke in Bangkok, swathed in Swedish duvet, aroused by the scent of happy hibiscus from Korean vases, to chatter, drifting in with the wind from Englishmen next door, swearing in German at hangovers consigned by Russian vodka. Hunger, gnawing at preferences, French croissants, with classic Seville orange marmalade. Imperial Maybelline, pit-a-pat on Persian rugs … Continue reading

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