Skies goodnight kiss

Sharp men stand on street corners
Broadcasting wealth on their wrists
As begging musicians spit
The rhymes from their unfiltered lips
And footsteps of women
Milling about, shopping for a little strange
A little glitz
Something that just…Oddly fits
Because it’s better to look handsome and beautiful
Than out of your wits!
Unlike the starving street musicians
now lying horizontally in doorways
for the skies goodnight kiss.
 

Lions.

Boys minds grow
With wild exuberance
As their eyes lay their claim
On stretched out backs
The women they shall never tame
For men are the domesticated
Not the women with whom they mated
After all that time, he waited
He finds himself frustratingly sated
Though wild blood still runs
Pooled in his guns
Waiting till the trigger is pulled
And there lays a lion
Who shall not be culled.

Meticulously made

Meticulously made
Self-indulgence dressed in plaid
Smoking pipes on resting Sundays
With the sharpest eyes
Of our yesterday’s
Music swinging between
Jazz and classical
For a man’s mind should only
Consume the fantastical
Something one can twirl his moustache too
No drooping eyes
Even if they’ve been up all night
Every day one shall wear a sheen of delight
One shall not drive Cadillac’s or porches
One shall be chauffeured in a Rolls Royce
And be terribly gay with the chauffeur boys!

The Tiny Gynecologist

“Mrs Ashton,” a small male voice queried.
Mrs Ashton looked around looking rather weary, “who speaks?”
She asked nervously
“Dr Perez.” He answered
“Where are you asking from?” She asked with a frown
“I’m here, just look down.”
Mrs Ashton lowered her chin, did a double take
To see Dr Perez standing at her toe with a grin.
“You’re….” she stifled a scream, “you’re Dr Perez?”
“Yes, follow me.”
She considered turning round and walking straight out
But she followed anyway despite her doubt
“Okay, just lie down over there.” He pointed to a bed.
She lay down and placed her ankles on the stirrups
“I must admit, I’ve never been more nervous,” she tried a little laugh
But the little man had already gone under her gown
And with a little giggle he was acting the clown
“I love this job.” He beamed, “gigantic vaginas,” he guffawed
“Excuse me!” Mrs Ashton exclaimed.
“It’s okay, just a little humour, no need to be be ashamed!”
Holding her vagina open with a speculum
He shone his torch down and shouted, “hello,” and then repeated the word, “hello, hello, hello,” His voice getting quieter with each hello to resemble an echo. He laughed and slapped his thighs, “I’ve always wanted to do that!”
Mrs Ashton began to get a bit fidgety, “stop that! Take your job seriously!” She hissed.
“I’m sorry love,” The little man said, “if you don’t mind me saying,” he began, trying to get into her good books again, “you’ve a lovely vagina.”
Mrs Ashton wasn’t sure how to respond, “um…” she suddenly smiled “thanks!”
“All looking very good down here,” he reported, “hello?” He began again with a little snigger, “hello, is anyone in there?” He shone his torch down once more and to his surprise a voice called back, Dr Perez stepped back, “Jesus, I didn’t fucking expect that!”

Time flew over the cuckoos nest

I stretched my legs till I could reach the sky
It still wasn’t enough
So I shrunk myself till I was invisible to the naked eye
I still wasn’t satisfied
So I stretched my arms till I could reach the clouds
But kept my legs short so I could still touch the ground
But my voice wasn’t loud
I sounded too much like a mouse
So I enlarged my head and my throat box
And I screamed and screamed
Till I smashed all the clocks
And time flew over the cuckoos nest
Now I forget the rest.