Thursday, 7 July 2011

ONE NIGHT STAND - a new poem

By me.

Dedicated to... sorry what's your name again darling?


I've been a bit unsure about this one since I published it. I think, in fact, it's a lot closer to 'Poetry' than anything else I've done. And it might work on the page better than in your ears... Here it is in print and voice.

Your clooves are hot and hairy
Your eyes are black with lice.
Your brain is a wheel that's spun,
Run by infernal mice.

Your teeth bear stains of gnashing,
Your arse has a gravity that sucks in all sight;
All is occluded, nothing burns bright -
Except that vicious silken wiggle, painful delight.

Your hips fling flame as you walk;
Your lips drip pain as you talk.
Shame. Shame. Shame. Can I?
Can I good cop/bad cop you?

I over-rule all your objections.
And though you 'Aye' and you 'Nay',
You also whinny, growl, purr and Hey!
Baby. Let's make haaaaay!


I sing the Magnificent Song of Your Boobs,
As they slip and they slide and run free.
You have a diamond as big as the Ritz on your clit
O! Wiggle it closer to me...

The ode in your arse, the prayer of your hips,
The full-throated roar of your shell;
Your Catholic Voodoo Norse epic ellipsis -
I'll plunge dark in your void, damn your hell!

Let me see your mystic dancing
Rockin' rollin' gnostic heresy.
Tattoo a cross and singe my soles,
Prick my doll, burn my wicker, chop my tree!

Tick Tock Tick Tock, I've got a massive clock.
And it's beating just for you.
Ding dong! You're not wrong!
And don't worry! I'll show you how I WOOOO!

Your mouth wraps well 'round my phallindromes;
You like it long and hard from both ends.
Will you Onomatopeia on my face? (splosh!) Do!
Come from your depths, decompress my bends.

Now that Wilhelm Reich - what a guy!
He'd burst his fat orgone right into your eye.
Should I bust my nutty nut all over your fizzog?
Funk like Slick Rick, or Snoop Doggy Dogg?

I la-di-da-di - and I love to party,
In your top-shelf top-notch top-hole.
I wax off and wax on with tremendous aplomb;
If you don't like my engine don't shovel my coal!

Yes! I am the Nigerian Pope of Trash - and I will beatify your gnash

Is there a part of you I haven't touched yet?
Did you know I've been raped by none other than the Sun?
Yes, alright, I'm a sexual surrealist dandy magician hypnotist cheeseball with an apocalyptic streak.
But - I know how to fuck.

SO. You smash my head against the head of your bed.
And, as I ejaculate in your cunt, I grunt.

ONE NIGHT STAND (not safe for work or the delicate) by The Piper Machine

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