Only Fans

my dog stepped on a bee

grandma killed a drone

with the most excellent pickles

yet I live within

feeding on

Binley Mega Chippy

watching with tears

the people of Ukraine

punished by the despot

as we have our own

tin pot dictator

of inflationary no comprise

parties more of a preference

champagne eton mess

vulgar shits

believing covid in retrograde

the poor keep dying

on the pyre of debt

chancellor grinning

utility meter spinning

on his cosy yacht

let them eat cake

but even that we cannot afford

food bank serenade

whilst they last

until nobody can supply them

we need tractors

to steal tanks

so I can live

and you all can smile

maybe a grimace

a death masque to society

Civil Disobedience

Martin Lewis , money saving expert stated that food shortages lead to civil disobedience, and how ironic as seen by my last post is that the food riots of 1799, 1800, 1801, occurred under a Tory Prime Minister the Duke of Portland already rich and lived beyond his means , there was war with Napoleon and he believed in high taxation and coercion of the poor, this sounds all too familiar and it saddens me that nothing in history is learned from , the Tories especially , they govern in the elitist trickle down way that assists no one or lift them from a governmental enforced poverty, Boris Johnson deflects as a jolly gentleman , which he is definitely not , nor is any Tory there disregard for pandemic rules , in fact any rules Rishi Sunak wife a non dom and when he became chancellor still had a free card as a United States citizen and his wife citizen of India long distance love I guess , I say these things as my opinion and how I measure the temperature of society as a poor ordinary working class man trying so hard to fight for his family like so many others and those even more worse off who struggle to keep warm or feed or even clothe themselves .

I love my country but it’s destructive political and monarchy class system that means only the rich survive

It is so wrong …….

Girls bringing sherbet

raise the camp fire,

blankets spread on 

the ground,

singing dead and door

tunes,

sex chorus behind

rolling orange orb

waiting for the sherbet

Wheatfields

Wheatfields

she hitched  her

shorts the cleft

appeared

and in that moment

all tides surged

today had become

brighter.

Ukrainian girl in wheat field Painting

Pavel Laponog

Ukraine

Painting, Oil on Canvas

Size: 25 W x 35 H x 1.4 D cm

Naked Orange

standing naked in the kitchen

talking on long cable

green wall phone

handset greasy

from pan fried bacon

I needed you

as we spoke

long distance

bare feet paced

on tactile floor

your voice oozed

sweet through receiver

I could see you

imagine you

black neglige

auburn hair

remaining flaccid

slapped to my thighs

as I knew

his cigarette tasting

tongue would be

caressing your neck

hands massaging

needy breasts

you will come home

shower fresh panties

and we would

cradle ourselves in love

on the couch

breathing in voices

Judy lay silicone silent

under blanket

her submissiveness unconditional

lubricant with sleeve

my cream cockroaches

flow without conception

inception or growth

they crawl in that

cavity I adorned

colored with marker pens

to realise my own

lost to the dusk imagination

she will not play it down

as I whisper

she will listen

without utterances of condemnation

stroke her face

expression of a blonde bored

I need animatronic

never real

real is a prospect in terror

Judy is subjected

to all my pain

isolation and grief

and will never

need a coffin

Symbiosis

morning came

a turbid blue

Afreya awoke

stretching into her morning

wash away the sleep

soft gown falls

naked supple

moves into the garden

emerging from the still

green shrubbery

the ungrich

beaked and blind

with anal spewed eggs

that Afreya would sing to

her voice, her touch

broke soft shell

baby ungrich

fragile wet flesh

scooped and offered

Afreya took each one

devouring them

soft bony morsel

tissue swallowed

belly and breasts

began to swell

eager baby grew

her body tremors

with each and every

bite

enjoying what mother ate

Afreya smiled

her own offspring

would come

to nurture on her red milk

the world would

become theirs

as Afreya collapsed

withering to a husk

she had done

what her birth had intended

repeat the process

and die again

in that way

https://dangerousminds.net/comments/sex_satan_and_surrealism_the_unsettling_erotica_of_michael_hutter

Not my usual kind of work, but felt compelled looking at Michael Hutters paintings, that have defining and disturbing depth of beauty

Demise of a Fly

my balls killed a fly

it’s wings shower damp

lost momentum and flight

testicular seismic shift

wrecking ball swing

smacked to the floor

whereupon in a swirl

of foam and grime

was lost to the plug hole

unmourned

Juke Date 74

there is a dirt road thunder

away from city limits

dust and grits

and over burnt coffee

crows feet eyes

and indistinct touch

nothing cellphone can resolve

jukebox clicks to vinyl

see her in the kitchen

with a smile

I will eat her pie