The dearth of frankness

The last five incalls have all disappointed:

the first one didn't answer at all;

the next two had faked their online photos;

the fourth advertised from counties away;

the fifth had refused to take "fake money"

and then was assaulted - hence the need

for some sort of voucher rather than cash.

Oh, the deceit, the deceit !

And then Misty Kurtz, she fled.

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Tweets 9

" . . . . that the night come."

Anticipation of excitement for the sexually active.

Resignation of the daylight for the age-weary passive.

"No bad weather. Just bad clothes."

Coming from Sweden that's them that knows.

The bright sunlight straight ahead

made the dew on the grass shine satin.

Chores are useful to fill up the time;

better being chored than bored.

A magpie flying, white belly shining,

dragging his tail behind him

I had to laugh at the porno video

where the man was fucking the woman's arse

and the woman was yawning from boredom.

DEATH OF A LOVED ONE

is the never-again of seeing, touching, talking to

I still cannot believe I'll never see you more

leaving me unsure of what I'm living for

POETRY

Brave empty words that shrivel to the trivia of everyday life

EPITAPH

That twat that tweets on Twitter

I'm less of an explorer than a discoverer.

If there's any way of doing something wrong,

I'll find it.

Say, Mr. Tambourine Man,

what sort of songs can a tambourine play?

Different rhythms for sure but a tune - no way !

You've got just the one note and though we could dance,

we'd all need to be in some sort of trance.

Bar Staff

Proud and sleek as a viking longship

she cuts through the roiling waves of customers,

searching both sides for abandoned glasses

then back in her wash to the wash.

No war lasts forever.

One side wins or all sides tire.

Righteous causes sever

loving feelings and hates expire.

No love lasts forever

if love is passion. Passion wanes.

Love and war were ever

struggles ending unsure who gains.

How dare this child be born pushing through pain,

butting into the world a bloody stain !

Nature will punish the crimesince never loth

to issue life and death sentences both.

When young the future is infinite,

the space beyond the horizon,

but in time a faint mist forms,

thickening to a dark cloud

like a wild animal silently,

slowly padding toward you.