Phimosis Postibi

conduit shrugs

from sleepy wither

morning scrapes

itself off the night

with bruised studded clouds

I will shower

soaps lather run

looming down

at the hoodless one

shaped contour of

male tissue erectile

veined with coming age

desensitized to cotton touch

hidden behind

clasp of gideon sundbuck

soft towel rub

once retreated

so nobody will know

it’s a shame

that this dome

quite architectural

with narrow eye

can shine and shimmer

in fluid moments

of interaction

but for now

the day pale clad

has begun

me as of today

Phimosis Interlude

and there I am

inside you

erectile tissue

incapable

rendered useless

previous tears

foreclosed

foreskin

tightened it’s grip

narrowing

to a pinhole

so hard to fuck

so hard to piss

meatus

glans

frenulum

biology of a urologist

with pinch

and slice

foreskin foreshore

to the tide

of emotion

as scraped emerged

purple swollen

sullen alter ego

meatus

glans

frenulum

now seen again

tactile flesh

to satisfy

Eggs….

I broke an egg

soft boiled

watched the yolk

spread

in the whorehouse

of my soul

i thought

of my yolk

spread

over your breast

as I kneel

and urge

over

your sleeping

shape

my mess

your anger

limp disaster hung

itself

on my brittle facade

you left

exit by the door

i now look at

knowing

this egg will

not taste any better

 

Wondering in 2018

Events have occurred , political intrusion by government Trump or May that have dissolved our lives into a caricature farce that is dark and sadistic so I wrote this…

curious

in a time I never realised before

those blindly blinking

people

heads down

could be swallowed up

by forces unseen

and never know

monuments fall

governments tirade

without distraction

I was a beggar in life

seizing the moments

that never seemed to come often

thoughts and a voice

but nobody would listen

media’s bluster

without so much as

whisper

of human account

cut me into wounds

moral abstract slices

of nevermore and decay

will we be saved

on this exhausted hulk

called earth

or will I shrivel

into that carbonised carapace

and tomb

that is called death

Matopulas

I met a great guy Peter Sinseeya in New Brighton filming a crime scene for his TV series Matopulas we chatted and I loved the sound of a complex crime drama of three intertwining lives set in Merseyside , so a local production with a core of morals and principles being shot in guerilla fashion .

Time passed then I got a Facebook message that led to me having an acting role in it , I have never acted but I decided to have a go and wow I enjoyed the experience nearly 7 hours of chilly fun in the empty and haunted Woolton Hall a creepily beautiful place.

As you can see it looks brilliant and below is the trailer so enjoy

https://youtu.be/X_Puwh1dcEk

All the best

Beautifully sensuouß

Denise Carruthers ~ @CattyKoala

I want you – come into the kitchen -I’ll show you my recipe
with apron strings undone to my secret spices
I want to make it hot for you – the sizzle and the steam
to stir the juices slowly till the cream begins to rise
and the waters starts to simmer till they boil
in a roiling raging tangle
– that melt before your eyes -a sated tasty mouthful of surprise
I want to make you my ingredient
in dripping decadence
to fill my fondant full of you -the froth atop the fantasy
till your words become a poem and your tastebuds tingle time
I want you- in my recipe – of love

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vessel is broken

oscillation of my heart

a thrum of false applause

nova wheel turns

in loose hands palms sweaty

streetlights searing flares

in greasy windshield stain

accelerating with measure

not panic

plastic neon afterglow

rearview shadows and transcience

nicotine once craved

alcohol once craved

cardboard cup balanced

lid slipped with brown liquid

it’s smell filling nostrils

along with dog

and after days perfume

arguments

those voices thrown and snatched

can be taken back

into a street

cop car drawled on by

tree lined urban paradise

front porch orange glow

parked

engine silently waiting

would she disturb the curtains to see

nothing

was he wrong

then he remembered

she was gone

they where gone

counselling for grief

counselling for depression

arguments outlive those who shout

that once beautiful house

invaded

shotgun splattered

with crimson design

rocking slowly to and fro

applause had silenced

into the false abyss

he would be in the shadows

a footnote on a headstone

living without a porch

accelerating

foot on gas

rubber black stained

breathing in circles

window open

a destination yet unwritten

then tomorrow

cracked on cheap wine

liver brushed

tongue licked by camels

lying in semi stasis

not being illiterate

book slithered to floor

words melting into wood

she was by the full length mirror

naked with no breath left

she was my descent

her depths a surge of rapid currents

I could not read anýmore

tenderloin buttocks moved

her vagina a well visited republic

it’s musty sweetness

gave me a fugue of absurdity

return to me

return to me

her snowy gut roll belly

over my lips

kissing tongued glassy traces

jackrabbit twitching

lowered herself to me

I was forgiven

I had absolution

sweet poetry and flesh

shuddering silver dollars

into the meter

my time running out

would return to book

and motel walls

she a neon scrawl on my eyes

then there would be tomorrow

Hello, Where have i been

It has been a while, can you forgive me for not slipping words between your brain cells, words of poem or loose nonsense it has been a strange time , i became a Grandfather …yes who heard that right a Grandfather , another role to partake being around a small fragile skin bundle who is dare i say ..cute , i love her to bits.

I look around at the Mayverse and Trumpiverse we both sides of the pond have found ourselves in , insane i know we could never of realized it..but that is as far as i go about politics back to now.. the inexcusable silence draped like a morticians apron over you ..but i am back this is just a quick note of love to you all .

I am working on a couple of screenplays ..more to come soon so now i depart but i will be back .. where have i heard that before