These are the haphazard ramblings of a restless mind. My mission - to write each entry on the theme of a word. It may be a memory or a thought. From the head or the heart. Fact or fiction. It might even entertain. But above all it will be random…
Monday, 11 June 2012
Intercourse
why link
the world of birds
and bees with
gooseberry bushy
stork-ing babies?
there’s nothing
sexual
that’s not more
contextual
to their own love
cycle
than that of thee
or me
their thing is more to buzz
and sing as flighty friends
who chirp and sting
not ‘how’s your father’
or sportive tricks
(except of course for
tits and pricks!)
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Poetry
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