"What're you doing with your hand on my tit"? she squealed through a haze of cigarette as the second part of the double feature rolled into view on the screen.
"Feeling lucky"
Credits rolled on the big white wall beneath the stars and the horns of the cars sounded off like a fanfare of impatience.
"Well if you don't mind. This is the movie I came to watch, you know that"
"Whatever"
"Thank you"
The opening credits came to an end and the movie actually began, and then the flare of a lighter could be seen from the car parked directly in front of them. Then another red glare took the lighter's place and burnt for a moment before disappearing.
"Pulling bongs in front eh"?
"Sssshh"
"Wouldn't mind a couple myself. Typical that Pete'd be out the one time I actually want some"
"Sssshhh"
She curled her feet up under herself and grabbed the blanket from the back seat.
"That's the dog's blanket"
"You didn't complain the other night by the beach about it being the dog's blanket"
"That's different. That was outside, this is inside the car, and it's aawwwhhhh, still full of fucking sand"
"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to throw sand in the face of your six-stone weakling"
"Funny"
"The other night when I was forced to inhale the dog's stench while you did your business you weren't worried about sand or smell"
"Alright, alright, use the blanket if you can handle the smell then, just try not to throw too much sand through the car"
"Sssshhh. Now I've missed some of the movie because of you"
"Well don't answer then"
"Sssshhh"
"I'm going to the toilet. Do you want something from the shop while I'm out that way"?
"Some Fantails would be nice"
"Fantails"?
"Yep"
The door of the car opened, the interior light went on and then as the door closed went off again.
He was never seen again.
She drove home alone and content.
":Best movie I've seen in ages"





A six-pack is no more a trophy to be gripped like the well timed fingers of the adept lover whose push and touch can draw from you the essence of that orb-borne stream, to quench the thirst for orgasm known, the taste that leaves no doubt, as thighs may quiver to panted breaths both minds know and drive toward that moment when as one the Earth cleaves apart and born is true love.






A cavern that burns
where you stand or sit.

"Look at me" so golden
a child.

Jack-in -the-box stars
4 o'clock morning-dark sky
Christmas tree pressure-cooker
hours of the music I send to the dead-zones of their far-away world.
Send it back to me, here and now.

If I could growl and raise a Hell
as I was born
anger mad
a psycho-eyed stranger caught just once in pig-bound custody
to their wailing
their hopeful chains of flaky grey.

Wet sex in city jungle promise.
She always lied
he put the eye to a key-hole to spot that lady death
frothy soap lusting golden pubes
finger tucking to the hilt.
Freeze-dried now.
Whore-girl leaning awaits applause.
Could wank.
Could wank.
Be strong
hear his Highness
tripping head
lost to the belt-line doing dreams
rampant rolling back
glowing purple.
Don't
don't.

Steal me
the thief echoes hatred.
Shield eyes below a tilted cap and crawl away.

The fear will find a home in you
will find a tumour to inflame to madness
a searing fester to torch the ancient rivers of guarded dreams.

Cerberus knows where the eels call home
electric gnawing.

Grow leather wings
be a pedestal Puck.
He sees buds spout in the blades
straining
muscles taught to find that ache of years.

See me in darkness
blinding darkness.

Kiss me here
here
here.
Trample the holy lie
wrapped about a baobab.
Dig Joshua dig.

The fall down so deep a void of so many slippery years
to return and look at memories
at faces.

See now the walls adorned with just myself
this temple of self-glory
gratified and delayed
an oft postponed orgasm of life, where that hand of fate plays strong against my will to destiny
to force
impose
to grab and sustain at existence.