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Hawkers
The trouble with minions of hell’s lower floor Is the way that they all come and knock at my door They peer in my windows and wiretap my phone And creep down the chimney when I’m all alone And as...

Heart Amiss
I pray I may a maiden meet Who comes with light and subtle feet With slender hips and eyes like hawk Rowanberry lips and skin like chalk A body firm and toned so lean With perfect breasts beneath...

How Do
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I & I
Thrice imprisoned I have been Willingly and boldly keen Wed to powders golden brown A task once set to earn my crown I await the day of liberation Of capitalist capitulation My hand to let the...

Ignis Fatuus
It's been some half a year now since the hibernation of my soul came to closure. Mind and soul gang raped the body with shock troop of neurons, who’s blitzkrieg conferred refugee status on a body...

Images
Burnished Chan Sin Derek Nimmo Dusk Galgani Habermann How Do John T Roads Judder Orbducted Peter Glaze Scribble Sherlock Soloman Stained Glass Sundog Vibracobra 4-4-1996

Innocenti
The all encompassing smorgasbord of minds made vitreous by manifold symbols of deviant posture is vilified by routine patrols of anti-aging cream wielding crimson spouts of flesh merrily decked in...

Inundation
Parch the tempest’s thirst And cling serene To flotsam motes of truth In nature’s flooded dream © Chris Bond 1 September 2000

John T Roads
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Judder
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Junk Male
Some horse, some horse My Kingdom for some horse © Chris Bond 1991 A fairly obvious bastardisation of Shakespeare in order to convey the power of narcotics.

Kev's House
Kev hibernates in winter A veritable dormouse In his fur-lined womb of a house Inside he peruses On the comfort junkie uses Of his big log fire And the orange glowing wire With his warm-blooded...

Kirisuto Sukuinushisama
In Aomori prefecture, at the northern tip of Honshu, Japan, lies the small village of Shingo. It is unremarkable save for one reason. You will find there a small mound surrounded by a white picket...

La Pièce de Résistance
This nymph-laden necessity For all who yearn or hope In vain for truths untold Or scour the embers In search of a loving soul Deep within resplendent breasts Which rise towards the highest host...

Lackland
Pray tell what is the function Of this kingly cap of unction The deathbed demons hover And my fate is mere assumption © Chris Bond 23 July 2002

Lady Eleanor
Back in 1973 or 74, when I was about 9 years old, I had a dream. I still remember it vividly. In my dream I was making love to my friend's older sister on the stairs of our council flat in Truro. She...

Le Grande Étoile
In fearing the need of me, she often raises up Montségur battlements of fey seclusion, all studded with frosted glass through which she can gaze at me, whilst allowing her mind to reconstruct the...

Libido
I got this burning desire to force-feed your mind With the aching limbs of a thousand years I got this burning ambition to take a sharp pickaxe And scale the heights of your deepest fears I got...

Limbo
This is where I come to bleed My whorehouse, my church This place is my sanctuary My epitaph, my birth This cradle is my own deathbed My yearning to succeed Falling over thorny ground Where I...