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

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.

Pablo

Frayed tempers Roger needs a wig. Francine! Tick tock Does anyone have a tardis? Learn Russian at Langenscheidt Mummy, that man has tiny hands Armageddon in D.C – faking it Do not resuscitate Zipped: visceral liberals The devil is real. Going up? What now? Joe Scarborough knows: liar extraordinaire For thirty pieces of silver The … Continue reading

Closing At Six

sunlight streaming in time, clad in beautiful smile precious advent, Christmas eve quiet beast nibbling smiling to the finish-line breakfast is over her water broke it’s going to be a boy procure frankincense and myrrh before six, the baby needs it.

Red-handed

Waking. Dragging dreams. And inferno. The tender loin, aflame with the tortures of Eden: His master’s voice. Knock on wood. Pristine. Predator. Made for murder. Office. First picks – blockers and soft targets. Exhibits. Lunch Ammunition dump Oysters by the dozen Loaded Rearing to go Where the fur runs wild On the Silk Road – … Continue reading

The Jam is On

Mitch Lang indulges the crew with sweet and sticky, tantalising pleasures.  The Captain is most pleased. Apricot Dancer You stood there looking down upon me for so long concentrated, appealing glistening and gleaming embodying the essence of summer’s délice. You weren’t wearing much A little white label of hand-written modesty enveloped and examined in my hands stalling … Continue reading

The Final Nail

*** Kenny got shot dodging bullets he thought weren’t real but failed to put him down, proud scowling from his death-bed, fed on fear of pink slips and “no toys for Xmas kids, Daddy’s in recovery,” six feet deep in hospital sheets, tripping at God-Speed, fleeing devils that exist only in the mind firing broadsides, … Continue reading

Out of Joint

foggy in the lobby bloody mess amazed at the maze patrons stealing names gate-crashing reservations no-one checking id’s flooding in the main hall trending now where’s the caviar, as advertised in there somewhere behind the whiskers under the pile and up the creek one paddle in a corner faux poets on time infant rhymes for … Continue reading

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