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It’s The Wine Talking
IT’S THE WINE TALKING
The scum rises to the top
The dregs sink to the bottom
I’d point this out more pointedly
But my mum always said
It’s rude to stir (or point)
She also said
There are three things you should never discuss
Politics, sex and religion
Unfortunately
Nothing else has ever interested me much
Except
Of course
Writing
… She’d be appalled
Unconventional Gambit: Sonnet
UNCONVENTIONAL GAMBIT
Shall I compare thee to a pile of dung
Left, still warm and steaming, by my horse?
So graceful, so well groomed, so well hung.
I describe the creature not myself of course
And pray my words may not, my darling, cause dismay.
Oh forgive a fool whose ardour outruns his tongue.
Should my simple similes offend thee what can I say
But that ’tis from untrimm’d spontaneity they’ve sprung?
If thou wrinkle thy nose at the smell, even sight
Of manure let my lips bid you reconsider the conceit.
Coming upon such ordure to the gardener is a delight
To be shovelled up and carried away tout de suite
For forking it into a bed is surely only but meet.
Without such sustenance would a rose smell so sweet?
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This was written especially for Jamie Dides’ Wednesday Writing Prompt. This week’s prompt is ‘Reinvention’.
The Furniture Of Earthly Delights: Senryu
THE FURNITURE OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS
Not simply her chest
Enticed them; they wanted to
Explore her drawers too
Bad News
And this one is for Maya because she’ll know why.
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PORTIONS FOR FOXES
There’s blood in my mouth ’cause I been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin’ trash but I never say anything
And the talkin’ leads to touchin’
And the touchin’ leads to sex
And then there is no mystery left
And it’s bad news
Baby, I’m bad news
I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news
I know I’m alone if I’m with or without you
But just bein’ around you offers me another form of relief
When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
And the bad dreams lead me to callin’ you
And I call you and say, “C’mere!
And it’s bad news
Baby, I’m bad news
I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news
And it’s bad news
Baby, it’s bad news
It’s just bad news, bad news, bad news
‘Cause you’re just damage control
For a walking corpse like me – like you
‘Cause we’ll all be portions for foxes
Yeah, we’ll all be portions for foxes
There’s a pretty young thing in front of you
And she’s real pretty and she’s real into you
And then she’s sleepin’ inside of you
And the talkin’ leads to touchin’
Then the touchin’ leads to sex
And then there is no mystery left
And it’s bad news
I don’t blame you
I do the same thing, I get lonely too
And you’re bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you’re bad news, bad news, bad news
We’re bad news
Baby, you’re bad news
And you’re bad news
Baby, you’re bad news
Bareboned: Shadorma
BAREBONED
He showed her
How to dream rainbows
First he came
Then he went
Not even a fare thee well
Just a one night stand
The Second Chakra
THE SECOND CHAKRA
Always plenty of energy in the second chakra
Hangover from that life spent as a tabla player
Pleading for a little close attention and silliness
“Though I must warn you it may not end up well”
Always plenty of energy in the second chakra
Three sheets to the wind – Egregiously gracious
Each gave away a shy smile, a nod and a wink
“I’d like to end up on both sides of the fence”
Always plenty of energy in the second chakra
Still like they say after all you never can tell
‘Don’t judge a scroll by its paper’ (Xena 1:10)
“I’m not too fast for you, you’re too slow for me”
Weekend Wake-up Call (An acrostic)
WEEKEND WAKE-UP CALL
Stealthily,
Awakening
Tickles
Under
Rustling
Duvet
Arouse
Yearning
Take Off
TAKE OFF
Taking off
Like a butterfly
Taking off
Like a startled starling
Taking off
A well known character
Taking off
Like a jet fighter
Taking off
A burdensome disguise
Taking off
A shirt, a skirt, our underclothing
Taking off
Into the unknown
Taking on now
Disguise in love with you
Re: Virginity
RE: VIRGINITY
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..For Ms Harris
Whatever’s precious
Though gone in a flash remains
This place, this moment
Ben Naga 