To Trachea Illuminati
Rather than go dark, my muse decided (never asks Esme mind, just strikes when I’m not looking. Cheeky sod) to …
Category Archives: Poetry – Iambic Rhythms from the Aether and the Cloud.
This Brutal Passion
Nostril flares pair with platform brows moshing in uniform parallel to sonic unison the admiration addicts perch all Parka’ed up …
Simulcast Fragment – 1825210005 – Lucian E. Fabble – The Ghost of Your Writer
The following letter and subsequent verses were found by rail guard Lucian E. Fabble on the first day of November …
The Hold
The Hold. My shipped mate — the swarthy book an’ ear, Nine tails whip from slide to schlong, Cat’s tongue-tied, …
The Ill-advised Musings of a Svengali Surgeon
He said . . . I will make you my Helen of Troy, dearest one, Disguise the crow’s …
Common has Muck and Decency in tow . . .
Word Up It’s packed in here. I can’t actually see Packed because, true to his name, he’s in the …
An Ancient Panic Etched
Pigeonholed. Pigeonholed, He can hardly move. One of his greatest fears materialised . . . The transpired terror. A foot …
Landlocked
Landlocked This land is: Our land, Island, Argh-land, Ireland . . . The ampersand land of Fathers afore, & …
The World in Her Eyes (Or: Joseema’s Orientation)
The World in Her Eyes (Or: Joseema’s Orientation) She knows a man who looks like you: A greengrocer on Worsely …
From Fear to Eternity (Or: The Ballad of Elsie & Jack)
At last the time had come, to bridge a vast and curious gap, One thousand miles its span, two paramours …
Edward’s Reprise
Never the Twain Swains
The silent, stealthy suspect Loiters, lickerish-like, whilst lounging, Lusting lovingly at the lady’s Largifical, luscious loins. He longs but will …
Works of Fire
Sullied pale petals Rust-edged with risk Drift slow with intention — Hem to fingers brisk On coppery bottoms Mounds swathed …
Melding a Small Cache of Electric, Eclectic Synapses
Tin Can Communication — Heart to Heart by Esmeralda Cloud The first blast came from nowhere, To her heart . …
Racy Alternation
Racy Alternation Spellbound storm rider, Balls clipped to cleats; I’ve got time on my side, For my feet fly so …
The Idiom Meridian
I catch your eye, And hold it a second; Then let it ping back into place. A fat orb of …
Quite Something
She could sense everything Throughout the aether From ear to eternity’s horizon, To the Empyrian Gate. And consequently . . …
So it Goes.
In a faraway land, umpteen moons ago, Fishwives tongues set the world aglow; Igniting with rumours a rife paradigm, Peradventure …
Just One Solitary Click Left in the Tank.
A Clean Sweep On darker days her toes will curl, Flex, flare, then slowly (but surely) they fasten One …
The Plan
A warm offering from Esme for V-day, one which has some elements of the following within: Everyone should have the …
An Inkling of Bliss
The parcel was wrapped In exquisite dried pulp, A thousand scraps of texts With their arms around each other; Obscured, …
Right My Name
Write my name, You know what it be. Pen it true To connect to me; The one appellation That sets …
A Figure of Fate . . .
To formulate upon your plate The needed state to deviate From what would otherwise be your fate Don’t hesitate — …
Surveying my Zaftig Contours
The Country of Your Kind. I am the country of your kind, Your kinder country. I am your land, Your …
