No Frills

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hardly carbon friendly

incarcerated

in isolation

with imagination

would a conversation
be too much to ask?

Voluptuous lady
73 years
Avail Weds 6 and Thurs 7
May only
9467 0044
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The West Australian May 5 2009

No Frills
59 years
9010 1010
after six

Telepathy

Once
she put her lips
on the silent phone and whispered
oh why don’t you call me?

Then
right then
at that very moment
the phone vibrated in her hand.

Climate Change

At bedtime as prescribed
For Vaginal Use Only
I insert
ONE pessary as directed
with the pale blue for boys dispenser
to deliver a hormone concoction
into my cunt

Dissolved at midnight
a flash flood in my bloodstream
Gobi Desert vagina transformed
into Amazonian jungle
swollen river

wet and humid
complete with orchids and snakes

Restorative Kiss

Her arms slapped around me
a straight jacket to my pain.
Pulled my head to hers
Here take this it’s unconditional
she said
When push comes to shove
In the stakes of love
I have better luck with girls.

I Wanna Be Mark Atkins Groupie

I wanna be Mark Atkins groupie
I wanna be number one
Although he is loved and adored by millions
I wanna be number one


I wanna be Mark Atkins groupie
I wanna be number one
Although he’s loved and adored
admired and feted
I wanna be number one

Say I can be your groupie
Say I can be the one
I will be your own true groupie
I will be your number one

I wanna be Mark Atkins groupie
I wanna be I wanna be
I wanna be Mark Atkins groupie
Play the didge for me.

(shouts) Love ya 4evr Mark

Cupid

I have battled the love fairy before
all arrows
baby fat
tiny pink wings
beating at the rate of a racing heart
enveloped in clouds of cumulous
halo of red hearts
and showered in glitter.
You are in my sights.
I am well armed
with warheads of bitterness and spite.
One breast I am built for battle.
I can march for days on water
and little else.
My leather battle dress beats
against my thighs
as hard as trodden earth.
My dogs bay for babies blood.
My sword hungry for baby flesh
Love! Love! Love!
I don’t want anything to do with love.
Cupid you fat little pest
I am drawing a bead on you.

Love

my tongue will fit in your mouth
your mouth will fit on mine
my breast will fit in your hand

But my love…
will my love fit through your eyes?