Standing In Front of You

I’m sure the air is cold on my skin,

But the chill I feel, I’m sure, is not cold,

As my jeans and jocks slide down to the floor for you

It is tender and sweet,

We are blessed, I think,

As my eyes follow yours,

As they slide down my body almost to the floor.

I resist the urge to move my hands across.

Who’d have thought we’d do this today,

Do you know what you want to do,

I’m sure I do. I'm sure we’ll worked it out, me and you.

You gaze at me, suddenly my feet feel flat on the floor,

I straighten my back, as you pull your shirt over your head.

Your face emerges again with messed up hair,

Somehow, you look even better than you did,

Then your jeans you undid, down they slid,

You have great thighs, they make me want to die,

I run my hand down my leg in a flutter,

I scratch my skin with finger nails that I should have cut already.

Something inside me melts like butter.

I want to feel our honey all over each other's skin.

It's all orange blossom, even the bits that stink,

blink, blink. I love everything about you.

I want to possess you. I want to be in your skin.

We stand and stare at each other, not sure,

Who is going to make the first move, my brother

I want to melt away with you, like the tigers in Little Black Sambo,

I want to dress you up and invade you like Rambo.

I want to make your eyes cross, roll away into your head,

Make you cum until you collapse and are dead,

We can both die together, what else is there to be said?

I wanna eat you, feeling every last bit of you getting in,

I want to blow the last remnants off my nose of your skin.

Free Palestine

All the terrible things that are happening in Gaza,

and people are saying that the Jews 

are the ones who are being hard done by

in the world?

That is a magic trick right there.

The Jews

The problem with the Jews,

Is that they have never broken out of

That Holocaust mentality,

Everything still has the wiff of racism

For them. I mean, for how many centuries

Can you keep up this victim mentality?

It’s vat ve do, fuck you!

Personally, I love the Jews,

And have never understood antisemitism.

The Rabbi’s wit and wisdom,

All their mother’s chicken soup.

And sexy Jacob getting his pants off back in uni.

I have never seen a more beautiful, mutilated cock.

My Nonsense

I picked up a book of Keats poems

From a stack of books left out in the street to be taken.

I read his poems pretending to understand them,

Until I got to the back of the book,

Where the page was titled Light-hearted and nonsense,

And those I could understand. Those were like mine.

So, my poems are as good as the stuff Keats passed off as nonsense.

Tells me all I need to know, really, about my writing.

Janet & Me

Fuck me up the arse and call me Mary,

I said out loud, I was so surprised.

And Auntie Janet dropped her tea cup,

into the saucer with quite a crash, and splash.

You don't get fucked up the arse, do you, hon, 

said Janet. I'd thought you far to masculine for that?

First of all, hearing my old aunt say fucked up the arse

was really quite a trip and something I had to take in,

but, you know, it's a modern world, and it takes all sorts.

Why? Do you think it is a sin? I asked.

No, said Janet, with a twinkle in her eye,

I just found it hurt, when Simon tried it on me.

Oh, but you get used to it, we both said in unison, Janet and me. 

And we laughed and laughed, sharing a ciggie, or two.

After that, she and I had a conspiracy that we shared, 

and we were really much closer for it. Anal sex?

Who'd have thought? with Janet pushing 70 by then.

Forgive

If someone commits an abominable act

against you, or your family,

you have no choice but to forgive them,

not because they deserve forgiveness,

but because you deserve peace.

The Jesus Bullshit

Jesus, fuck me sideways, that was a surprise to me

Bread and wine in my hands down on my knees

I didn't spill a drop despite the tail wind catching me,

– body & blood, you know – 

even if it was a little difficult finding my mouth rocking to and fro.

Jesus, Maria, Sister, George,

Did you Brides of Christ not know what the guys were up to?

Surely, you must have had a clue?

Were you looking the other way for a reason,

Or did the divine spirit completely desert you?

Oh no, god moves in mysterious ways, 

Letting the priesthood be filled with the gays

When apparently, it’s against what the good book says,

Leaving them only the boys that come into their gaze.

You believe mystical bullshit,

You talk dreamed up mythical bullshit,

You facilitate bullshit happening,

More lives ruined than saved.