June 2011
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An Act of Love
Oh! How she could turn and Bat those lashes. That’s how she wooed him. With big, attentive eyes And steadfast diligence To be with him.
(It almost reminded him of ‘the other her’)
In their heavy love making, She tangled his heart strings her fingers. Pulled Him into one smouldering kiss. Their bodies tangled into knots.
But one day he woke up, Barely able to stand the red...
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May 2011
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My Little Black Boiling Pot
We have to be grudgingly grateful For this internal cacophony. Seething and frothing, Bubbling and coughing, Rattling and churning, Unable to simmer politely, It thuds its large steel foot Down on pale flames, Spitting. Its animosity is not Of any particular direction. Just bloody generous. There are eighteen burns and welts in my ears From each final shout. A smart- Slap! Bang! Oh Hell! I really...
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