Long Pubic hair Poems

She wore pineapple rings for glasses
and walked like jelly dances
I didn't rate her chances
She used to wee standing up
she cooked lemon a'la duck
won the lottery, grumbled what bad luck
like a surgical nip, without the tuck.
She'd...

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the “rogue” soldier

one US soldier gets blamed for killing 16 civilians in 
Afghanistan,
and the whole world is chattering 
like they did when the qu'rans were burned---
this time, after the 16 were shot dead,
they were rounded...

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“i’m only happy when it rains,”
moans shirley manson when she’s backed by
butch vig & an orchestra of overdubbed
distorted guitars enhanced by sythensizers
a la trent reznor
the genius who is credited in garbage’s first album---
one doesn’t have...

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You know what
I’m so mad right now for real
I’m so mad I don’t even care
He don’ pissed me off 
I smiled that smile to get his attention
Needless to mention I sprayed that perfume to keep...

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that there is a personal something out there
something greater than what you can see, hear, touch, smell, taste,
study, test & validate through rigorously systematic rational
inquiry---
that this personal something cares about what your life specifically entails
on...

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Aiyyo, Fuq him I'm so mad right now yo! For real, Fuq him!
You know what, I smiled that smile to get his attention
Needless to mention I sprayed that perfume to get him reminiscin'
I put on...

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Limerick crochetes : Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic

Part One 

Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic
Croaked Janitress Porc-U-Pine music
She found much in common
With Janitress-Husband
They sucked Co-Proprietors' Council sick

Now Janitress had much lard to...

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She left home early;
After two hours,
She had to go to the studio
Of her friend, who was a painter
And who was going to make a portrait of her;
She thought:
There was sunlight
And it was the perfect day...

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she was hot - like a menopausal flash
he was hard - like arteriosclerosis

limber lumbar but an ancient memory
a touch senile, maybe, a touch unsensory

and yet the sparks still sparkled
in eyes that cataracts encircled 

old flames...

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Miles and miles of open country pass as the train moves.
A sudden thrust, jolt then nothing. The earth stands still.
Wind circulates pushing branches, leaves dance with the melody..
We sit..
Or movement halted by a slow moving...

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that's the one, the glorious fun, 
my first gorgeous slow sex, in
a kitchen, while borsch was cooked

that's the one, the Beatles the kaftans, 
the hair, the kinky-boots along the street,
and hash smoked in chilly twilight,...

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Mambo (hi)
I talked to mum and brother and they say you are not doing well
Mum says the last time she saw you, you were better
She says you are worse now
Your once clear eyes, are now...

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SO WHAT’S FOR SINNER?

A man can invite a ten year old girl over for dinner
And thus would she become one of his many guests
But for certain it takes one very sick sinner
To rape a girl...

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saps,
nitwits &
dunderheads,
congregating in their little houses of worship, 
celebrating a fictional character 
manufactured long ago,
so that fear & control might be instilled within the masses
who would give up trying to change the world that they...

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There has been a joining of an adult male and a female child
Not quite a proud owner of a single pubic hair,
Letting a lamb under the same roof as The Wild
And treating both as “A...

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I Recently Found Out

Recently I found out light is 
afraid of 
dried figs, (figs are 
fascinated by
anything square-shaped); ice block sticks are into
lounges and 
cars; pastry grow facial hair and 
grow pubic hair; Mr Ironic...

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the babbler (trying their hardest to 
convince themselves of what they 
claim to believe in public)



saying to one who does not feel
that there is anything beyond this
momentary pubic hair of existence 
that “there has to...

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They say we should not judge a book by it cover
But if the tittle is Souleiman Hamzah
Then I think I ever glance through

Hey man, if you can hear me out 
Your yester years wasn't bad...

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Leaving very comfortable warmth
I didn't want to come
Forcefully I have been sent to
The blazing fire of the earthen furnace 
Even there was no relief of huge crying
From the bone crushing claws of the Harpy eagle.

Seeing...

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My neighbour, Mellifluous Myrtle
Her urine she’d stir with a spurtle
She’d give me a wink
Then down it as drink
She’s loopier than the mock turtle!

One Sunday we’d watched the Grand Prix
She proffered a flask of her pee
I...

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Hallway

Things the upstairs hallway desperately needs to 
make her feel like a 
hallway include:
jugs of 
water with a 
hint of 
lemon and 
sarsaparilla (yuk!), heads of 
asparagus, afros, viruses (non-
life-threatening 
only), accounting ledgers, human 
toenails,...

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Not surrounded by cherubs,
the Nude Maja
shows pubic hair...
She stares,
and makes women ill at ease,
though I cannot speak for men.

There is a faint line of hair
from crotch to navel...
I cannot say I quested this
and most men...

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Desert Head
The tales they told of ole sailor Fred,
Had skin-grafts a grafted on top of his head,
To keep out the baldness, a triangular patch,
Touch of a p smell coming, perhaps,
 with the new hairy faerie...

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Then a lot of hair and pubic hair grew up
They grew up and rolled his legs on the ground
As if a long-winded root of an entire Banyan tree
Crossing the Armpit valley
Came to the ground-
Exquisite beauty...

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fortunate are we 
who are able to stumble upon any clarity
that might reveal our own idiocy
our own absence of any idea whatsoever
about our own existence
during this brief pubic hair of
life,
before we disappear forever---
and with that...

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