POEM I DID JUST NOW BEEN WORKIN' ON IT FIFTEEN MINUTES NOW
Rocker


Dull iron, grit
And power in the wires,
Laying tread with flash tanks
And flecked floors with spit

To fuck a greasy axe-wound
Readily
And improbably certain,

He plays her
In the only way he knows,
Certain, ground and dusty;
Through her and overcompensating
In the dark of all-night

And when the lights shine on,
Objective,
White heat played raw to death,

To death! And to each,
His own drives on and on
Without a change in thought
Or practice.
( hexachordal la la la la la, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:03, archived)

I'VE ALREADY RATED THIS POEM

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:03, archived)

I gave it 6 halfgays out of a possible 9

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:03, archived)

haha thank you friz
your used condom is in the post.
( hexachordal la la la la la, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:04, archived)

BECAUSE I'VE SEEN IT IN IT'S PRIME

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:05, archived)

SITTING IN MY MSN BOX WINDA'

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:06, archived)

AND MY CLEANER'S NAME IS LINDA

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:06, archived)

AND SHE IS WELL PAST HER PRIME

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:06, archived)

BECAUSE SHE'S PUSHING FORTY EIGHT

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:06, archived)

I BET HER SEX LIFE ISN'T GREAT

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:07, archived)

SHE'S PROBABLY GOT AIDS AND PILES

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:07, archived)

THEN ONE DAY THE BIG MEN CAME TO MAKE THEM PLAY A FISHY GAME
.... yeah, I'll stop now.
(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:07, archived)

Thank you, dear.

( hexachordal la la la la la, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:08, archived)

:D

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:09, archived)

0.5 OUT OF 1 PUFFTER!

( Jam Master Geordie Hero of B3ta., Sat 31 May 2008, 5:04, archived)

CHEERS JMG
'PRECIATE IT
( hexachordal la la la la la, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:09, archived)

Students picked apart the fears.
Of poets studied beyond their years
To gain a grade at their expense.
The poet dead, with no defense.
But left you with a written kiss
Your ignorance, their bliss?
( mike woz ere 7442200 getter, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:05, archived)

THERE ONCE WAS A MAN NAMED EUNIS

(__, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:05, archived)

POONIS?

( mike woz ere 7442200 getter, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:06, archived)

TO BED WITH ME.

( mike woz ere 7442200 getter, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:06, archived)

you can lead a fish to water
but you cannot make it sing
because fish don't have any vocal chords
amongst many other things
( discomeats lives like a windrammer!, Sat 31 May 2008, 5:48, archived)