The spell will not be broken
erotically laden words
cross the borders of our lips
departing one land for the other
strange, mysterious, unique
a virgin territory, untouched
our tongues eagerly anticipating
the first taste of our passion
waiting to feed on love’s feast
an adventure in verbal sensuality
a fantasy that grabs your core
leaving you exhausted and fulfilled
don’t stop this sexual wordplay
The spell must not be broken
The saddened and dying creatures
surviving with badly misformed features
were never warned of our human detritus
left to suffocate – did they ever mistreat us?
A stomach of unnecessary wrapping was the only feast
that we could offer to this innocent beast.
The snowman floats an eternity away
distant, but now closer in this vast array
Joined at birth, Ultima and Thule
Now become the universe’s jewel.
Cold and waiting at the white door
Sold right down to the shite and soft core
Picked out, chewed up and there for a rout
Flicked around like a loser in a boxing bout
So hard headed but soft of substance
Like a card shredded and fed to existence.
A happy new year to everyone.
I appreciate your support so much.
Friends are people you know
who don’t melt like the snow
when the temperature rises.
The lack of distress on the day
was weighing on my mind
the firing squad stood before me
ready, alert and fully loaded
only waiting for the command
to fire into my helpless body.
I wanted no blindfold, only to see
with full eyes my anonymous fate
I watched the executioners before me
standing with their own slayers
waiting in line for their own
pending pull of the trigger.
An endless flow of blood,
this life and death saga that