all across the lands of the world
people will wear
whatever clothes they do dare
without fear
all remnants of taboo
are now removed
by the international council
for clothing and shoes
Bessie’s Aim
Bessie waited impatiently as the paper target neared her, carried along by the antiquated, creaky rope pulley-system. Meanwhile, a twisting plume of grey-coloured smoke wisped out slowly from the barrel of an H&K semi automatic Universelle Selbstladepistole Elite 45, left abandoned on the counter top before her.
As the light bulb overhanging her shooting booth flickered briefly, she heard movement coming from behind.
“Do you think – perhaps – that you might need glasses?” A male voice rang out into the desolate aural soundscape.
Startled, Bessie spun around aggressively, to find herself staring directly into the rich brown-coloured eyes of a man several units of measurement taller than herself. The stranger had a kindly face. Immediately, she believed his words of wisdom had emerged from an altruistic place, quite probably released from deep within his velvety heart.
Continue reading “Bessie’s Aim”Another, Banana
“A banana requires no knife
to split open.”
I said to my wife
But the look cast
within her eyes
brought forth an uneasy surprise
“What did you give up for lent?”
I asked, in an attempt
to thwart ill intent
Coming Soon: exclusive interview with artist pedrov_dog
Shortly re-tune-in back soon, to find out more about this shadowy character from a shadowy planet, in a revealing, world premiere interview arranged for orchestra by Brinkinfield.
Excerpt:
Brinkinfield: We worked together for nearly five years, you’ve contributed all the artwork for my writing since then. I don’t think I’ve read an interview with you, over all this time. Can you explain to your fans, where your inspiration comes from, exactly?
pedrov_dog: Well, that’s a very good question.
Brinkinfield: Thank you.
My Life, Now.
I asked, “Exactly, how did my penis become
so utterly ugly,
gnarled, knobbly,
and a lot less fun?”
“With age.”
Said the wise old, medicine woman sage,
pointing and waving her shillelagh
between my crossed legs
sat in front of her
Tina Says I’m Pretty!
All my days self-conscious
by this out-sized head
to duck unkind attention
I’d dye my hair red
D1D2
We met at the exotic Le Jardin Tropicana beach resort, on the island of Guadeloupe. It was love at first-sight for me seeing Danny there, sat on the grass giving his money away. I mean, he was literally throwing it up into the air for anyone to catch and keep. Our meeting on that day had seemed fated. You see, my name’s Danni too, now how about that!
Of course, I already had a boyfriend, one much closer to my own age. Danny is my age times two-and-a-half. Yes, I know, totally mad! Anyway, I had to think of an excuse pretty smartish to break up with Roberto. We’d only been together for three weeks, first meeting on the plane and in the airport, then sharing a taxi to here.
Italian, tall, blonde and handsome, it turns out Roberto is an amazing dancer, but an extreme disappointment between the sheets. I’ll spare you the details, as far as to say he is very fast out of the blocks. Within minutes of meeting Danny, I’d sent Roberto a brief text explaining that it’d been nice and thanks, however I’d met someone new. I imagined there would be some sadness at the disco tonight.
Katie and Bradley
Katie’s story:
“After we kissed for the very first time, I felt a little lighter, less blue than before. It was the first French kiss I’d ever experienced and admit, it’d seemed rather novel, leaving me feeling somewhat mysteriously stirred and happily bemused.”
Katie giggles.
Bradley’s story:
“When she agreed to a date, I determined in my mind that should she give consent, I would kiss her with my speciality, slow-repeater tongue-tip poke, kiss technique. I already knew it as a winner, with all the other girls I’d tried it on.”
Bradley beams.
The Dementia Visit
He can’t talk with me because
word’s merge into mumble
Cannot understand me, see
his mind’s in a jumble
Sometimes, his eyes look daggers
then sad, angry no more
Trembling hands held outwards
slippered feet slide on floor
Dry Lips Kiss
As a spectacular, high summer holiday sunset splashed red across the sky, a glockenspiel-version of their joint favourite Ramones’ song played out from speakers, atop the departing ice cream van. However, already all was not as well as appearances might suggest, evidenced moments earlier outside the door to number 12A, Fulchester Lane.
Tom was no fool and had read a significance into their most recent kiss. If honest with himself, it’d begun to bug his brain. Managing only to poke his tongue into Brooklyn’s mouth for but a brief second or two, their dry lips parted, leaving him momentarily lost for words and uncertain what exactly to say next.
