Black, filth, absolute destruction pogrom seed scatters ill will with it desire so shallow. Dank, dark, semen-stained pages Grotesque biscuits in a rusty barrel Devils supper banquet burns. Wasted decay of teeth sharpened bleeding gums whisper scorn and spittle cold tastes like death. The black cross inverted the inside perverted, sex rites follow-like Dantes Inferno FulfilledContinue reading “Premature Ejaculation”
Jig-saw jig-seen Jig been there Jig will try it… Jig been… Jig self upwards Repair Hands together Going nowhere Jig on, Jig out Jig yourself out of a hole Jig-me a melody Jig inside to a tune Jig on anywhere, anyplace love has been Jig to the future, jig to the past Jig going forward It’sContinue reading “Jig Poem”
If I go with what is found Will I be grounded on the ground and speaking directly to you? Or will my big screen just glow and my head shrink as I work out how to make you follow? ©Andrew Mark Watkins 2016
1234,1234,1234,1234 Trumpet blares bass drum kicks and the seats at the front allow no hiding. Polite treats combine with platitudes and sherry and middle England’s Barrow of Sorrow, brought up from the allotment where beer waters beetroot and wine shallots. I forget my plate is made of paper and it crumples in my hand showeringContinue reading “Death March”
I’m on Hush Puppy Speed I got the thing that you need.
Versace, Pepe, Levis, Marks and Spencer. You get the picture you don’t need MENSA While I am standing here naked. Don’t call my bluff, Call my buff!
In the giant pigsty in the sky I have a bottle of whisky and a bottle of coke In the campsite, that is your heart Somewhere I’d like to stay and maybe Start a revolution and witness evolution and the fall of man. Sparkles shine all around shackles to our hearts bird souls flitting betweenContinue reading “Custody of A Soul”
David Dewar, I wish I knew yer I am sitting at home all alone in front of my computer Oh, David Dewar, I wish I knew yer. You could read my palms for me, then you could read me the psalms in correct order David Dewar, I wish I knew ya City are playing and myContinue reading “David Dewar”
Words suddenly seem weaker than me, I need am image to be reckoned with I tried to draw a fist of defiance but ended up with something that looked nothing like a fist. In fact, it did not look like anything except maybe a foot. Perhaps I should just stick with the words. I hate this,Continue reading “Men At Work”
I see you, you see me, when we meet momentarily But you don’t know my plans for you You see I like to fly and my oh my my my I plan to fly in you. I plan to fly in you. We can travel to a coral sea, (in me, in me) and survey theContinue reading “You’re My Plane”