Thursday, April 30, 2009

12 steps - admission

I was wrong.
There was no excuse.
In a flash of a hundred splintered pieces
Was realization
that this could not be thrown away
Or dashed against a white wall.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

salacious sunday - my beloved

Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!
For, lo, the winter is past.

The rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth.
The time of the singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs.
The vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!

~Song of Songs 2:10-13

Saturday, April 25, 2009


Green. Green walls awash in a muted green glow. Green is symbolic of renewel, health, growth. Green is envy and jealousy. Green is harmony and balance. 

The small winking green light on the smoke alarm just outside the bedroom door flashes every 10 seconds. At first I kept thinking it was lightning. I listened for the accompanying rumble of thunder but the quiteness pressed down like a veil. Like clockwork. 6 times every minute. 120 times every hour it winked, a sentinel keeping watch over this slumbering house. 

The green numbers on the small clock radio beside my head display 1:47. There is a halo of green that surrounds her head beside me. It's from the small green charge light on the phone. The First breathes deeply, evenly. I lie so still that I can feel the comforter rise and fall with each breath. I try to match my breathing with hers. It is a faint hope that syncopation will hasten the edges of sleep that has remained tantalizingly out of reach, closer and closer. It has evaded me for the last few hours, flitting away like an annoying fly with each desperate lunge. 

I can barely make out the fan blades overhead as they rotate silently on abundantly greased bearings in the luminous green light. Scattered thoughts keep me company. The solace of her warmth is like an extra blanket. But it is the breath of sleep that I desire the most. Harmony & balance between the enveloping arms of sleep and my woman.

Thursday, April 23, 2009


Why are my dreams so crowded? Lately they've been filled with people whose faces are murky and voices foggy by the weight of sleep. I seldom recall my dreams in detail when I awake. The images slowly waft away like spirits as I scrabble to the surface of conciousness. Who are these people and why do they crowd that insantient time of shades & shadows. Carl Jung believed that dreams were a window yo your unconciosness. Part of Jung's theory is that all things can be viewed as paired opposites. For e.g. male/female, good/evil. Thusly the opposite of ego being counterego or 'the shadow'.

Each incremental pulse of my heart pushes fresh blood into my brain, through my body, into my cock. She sighs and wriggles her body into mine. It is a subconscious gesture. She does it every morning in that fuzzy period between sleep and wakefulness. My cock will twitch against her bare skin. Sometimes she will giggle. 

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


When I placed my weight on her chest
her breasts welcomed my balls like the arms
of a mother. 
Warm and safe.
Her hands I hurriedly bound
above her head
to the cold metal bed frame
with a tie I found, tightened
clenched into fists of anxiety.
Apprehension or dread

Or both.

Of what was to come.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

salacious sunday - the psalms

You have proved my heart.
You have visited me in the night.
You have tried me, and found nothing.
I have resolved that my mouth shall not disobey.
~The Psalms, 17:3

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

answering your emails - to go

                             LEGAL & SOLICITORS
                             26 SOLEDARITE RUE DUE COMMERCE Rd
                             BLOCK 2 FLAT 3 BP 2564 LOME TOGO.
 Attention : N Geeta
I am Barrister Mike Williams, a solicitor at law,personal attorney to Eng.P.B.Geeta,a national Of your country,who used to be a contractor and importer here in Lome Togo. Herein after shall be referred to as my client. On the 26th of december 2003,my client,his wife and their only daughter were involved in a ghastly Plane Crash in a village called Adjarra near Porto Novou after take off from Cotonou in Benin Republic where they went for a Concert . All occupants of the plane unfortunately lost their lives. Since then I have made several enquiries to locate any of my client's extended  family/relatives,To no avail.F
or more on the plane crash log on to
After these several unsuccessful attempts, I decided to track his last name over the Internet, to locate any member of his family hence I contacted you. I have contacted you to assist me in repatriating the fund valued at US$8.5 million left behind by my client before it gets confiscated or declared unserviceable by the Security Finance Firm where this huge amount was deposited.
 The said Security Finance Company has issued me a notice to provide the next of kin or have his account confiscated within the next twenty one official working days. Since I have been unsuccessful in locating the relatives for over one and half years now, I seek the consent to resent you too as the next of kin to the deceased since you have the same last names, so that the proceeds of this Account can be paid to you.
Therefore, on receipt of your positive response, we shall then discuss the sharing ratio and modalities for transfer. I have all necessary information and legal documents needed to back you up for claim. All I required from you is your honest cooperation to this project to enable us conclude it smoothly. I do guarantee you that this transaction dose not in any way attracts risk. It will be executed under a legitimate arrangement that will protect you from any breach of the law. Upon the receipt of your response i will furnish y
ou with detailed clarification as it relates to this mutual benefit transaction.
Best Regards.
Mike Williams Esq.
Lome Togo West Africa


Dear Mr Mike Williams Esq,
Having gone through this email, I am obliged to divulge, in all honesty, that the resentment is mutual. The transaction dose that I have partaken off has rendered me temporarily with a moment of clarity which I am hoping will fade rather quickly. 
In the meantime, I have found that my present mode of transportation, although leaving me feeling a little, shall we say, violated at times, is quite sufficient. Perhaps, instead of the US $8.5 million I could bother you for a gel seat?


Monday, April 13, 2009

mysterious murder in snowy cream

...that's what they called the movie Fargo in China. It's a great movie. Typical Coen Brothers.

Death by dullness

Life can be so tough when sucking a cock. Perhaps if she was watching the movie while performing her obligatory duty, the chore would not have been so tedious.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

salacious sunday - repent

Peter replied, "Repent and be baptized, every one of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins. And you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.

~Acts, 2:38

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

swim suck fuck

 WHAT do you do at the local community centre? Do you swim? do you suck back on your $4 lattes and discuss the weather while watching the kids skate around the ice. Or as Boring Bob waxes poetic about Calloway's Big Bertha, do you think to yourself, fuck! there's gotta be more to this than here.