Kitchen sex

I’m in the middle of kitchen, all my rings in

Masonic ring you bought me ill-fitting

Fixtures and fittings shaking

Caesar having a seizure having crossed the Rubicon

I’m gone beyond, shaking caesar salad dressing down what a dress covers

I’m a breast lover not your best lover.


Tell you to wind your neck in, I’m a legend

Whatever the accusation, it’s alleged

Tested many chins, ate all evidence

I scratch her chin make a cat happy

Antony and Cleopatra before Actium

Lean to ear mouthing feelings

Ima letcha in on a secret recipe

My granny’s cafe con leche from Spain.


Our uglies bumping, keys jumping on the formica it’s cold

Someone said oh my god

Scold take not in vain holy name

Getting brain, dick a dipped dib-dab stick

She’s speared, Vlad Impaler

None spared, insane warlord Wallachia

Breathing like Danny Glover grunting in Lethal Weapon

Counting my severance package, big allowance

Wondering how Severian became Autarch of all planets

I’m macking Marge in the Mr Plow jacket

Sorting tonight’s pills like Nurse Ratched.


Jaundice gave me yellow skin 

Fit either for Simpsons or Sin City 

Craven maybe, call me a yellowbelly 

Yellow Bastard punched by Hartigan to coffee dunked biscotti

I’m Marv, Marvel banned me 

Stan Lee escorts me off the panel 

Unhand me

Fetching his rubber, starts to vanish me DoodleBob.

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