raise the camp fire,
blankets spread on
the ground,
singing dead and door
tunes,
sex chorus behind
rolling orange orb
waiting for the sherbet
Girls bringing sherbet
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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
Ukraine
Painting, Oil on Canvas
Size: 25 W x 35 H x 1.4 D cm
Love Ukraine
2022 a pandemic is just loosening its grip and then another disease began , Russia under the looming presence of Putin , invaded Ukraine with brutal aggression a petulant psychopath wanting a reunited Soviet Union , well he can fuck off , I see on the news a beautiful people facing adversity with grace and fortitude and in my heart and prayers I think of them , and as I do I remembered there is a poem Love Ukraine by Volodymyr Sosyura that says so much and can fit for the here and now
Please offer aid to any organisation , the people of Ukraine need our love and support
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
Denise Levertov
Consulting the Oracle /From a Plane
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
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
@ciculodepoesia
Matchbook Cuckoo by Chris Lawrence
from the restaurant to the motel room, the kisses, the murmurs naked on sagged mattress struggle and convene inhale, exhale, is their meaning or is …
Matchbook Cuckoo by Chris Lawrence
Glory Garden
idleness of circumstance
Eve had gone
sinew as forest twine
flesh spit drowned flattened
meek without doctrine
clinging to
the something of the sun
solar passage
lunar dip
death had a taste
but not a flavour for now
he would seek
Eve
no soiled mattress
or overgrown brothel
he thought
he was his own keeper
Eve his zoo
garden foliage gleam
waiting
a worm feeling frost
not the sun
she would come
patient to those demands
but he is the compliant
not she
she is the earth
the very nature of the garden
each blossom
each fragrance
a hint of paradise
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