this disturbing film
 

fleers and tears

at the time of nig
in night a noise yells
obscenities at me from the roof.
she's up there again
arguing with rain
which, despite small talk,
resorts to face slapping
insults
gathering
in the shallows
of her neck and shoulders
as bruises play dress up
in her strewn clothes
like scorpions in
boots
of cement
 

A disarming humanity

the only condom was skin
to keep the internal mechanics in
so it had to be blamed
completely on the spasm

you didn't feel it unbowel
inside right under
the hitherto sharp - eyed
cervix that dropped a blink

obviously never caught
tadpoles in the summer
when it hung casually from you
like a girlie's purse

now i spy on your 
belly in unguarded moments
wondering what the hell
it is up to ; a rumble now seems

euphemistic.
i peep through it's window
face pressed up
breathing mist

while you clutch my hair and sigh

wait for signs of blood
anything to make it bleed
irregularity quenched
then you will find out before
even if i knew
all along
 

flirt

friction or fiction?
she never stops asking me
questions wrapped in enigmas
implied libidos that jump naked
out of happy
mystery cakes, clues as in
showing me the insides of her
swollen pink mouth where a dentist had
obviously enjoyed 
himself taking out wisdom teeth
afterwards licking his instruments
clean as a rope of spittle hangs there
when i told her about
some crust sleeping around her eye
a gaze sped head on, her pupil
just lying there iris chucking a spread
no restraint to stop it all going
through the windscreen of a lens
bagging out her husband with me
as Darwinian benchmark and i sense
comparison is complimentary, why
doesn't she just make chocolate moulds
of all her past cocks, the head hunter approach,
trophy them on a wall
or is she... ?
once my hand went searching on
her shoulder for astronaut logic
unknown worlds my one first
step into a giant leap of
intuitive or the body of a nervous
stick insect amongst the presence
of birds

" don't touch me "
 

angry young man dept.

for those who:

cannot communicate 
the most basic things
to anyone on a
social fundamental level
as well as those
who mistake 
wild ideas
for scientific fact !

located up the hall from the philosophy dept.,
the room with 'MENS' on the door.

any theories to be scrawled
out on the walls / at the least
you will need

a fingernail.

flush of the chain: today's lesson is finished but not learnt.

go out and eat yourself again,

then come back. until

you've whacked up

a skeleton.
 

Fuzzy

eyes are closed
dreaming

little vaginas
kiss my face

feelings of ill will

venom can kill
and save -
the same

what spider crept
across my face
while sleeping?