Icingsugar
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10/08/03
13 new poens today. I didn't have time to read through them all, but here are two from the top that I enjoyed :
Please Push Pound by denis hale
Denis have given us the blackest of blues and the warmest of observations before. Here he takes a crack at a little piece of dark, dirty, quirky humor, without losing a beat. Not his top five effort, but still anything from the pen of hale is well worth reading.
"Ohhhh," she goes
you're a machine baby
a fucking machine you make me so-"
"-No you insipid little snipe
I said black olives and pineapple,
with Cinna Stix and a liter
of Mountain Dew!!..."
(I'll quote no more,or I'll totally spoil the fun.)
Casey and his Bat by Seattle Zack
A bizarre little tounge in cheek-epos over some unknown local legend better left forgotten. Gave me a good laugh.
The gents cheered Casey on; each thrust, they chanted as a man,
(Well, only seven got to cheer - Richard was in the can)
"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" urging him to pound her,
Twenty minutes passed, then Casey's pace began to flounder.
This is the 2000:th New Poems post.
That calls for a
Well done, all of you who were here way before I came along.
13 new poens today. I didn't have time to read through them all, but here are two from the top that I enjoyed :
Please Push Pound by denis hale
Denis have given us the blackest of blues and the warmest of observations before. Here he takes a crack at a little piece of dark, dirty, quirky humor, without losing a beat. Not his top five effort, but still anything from the pen of hale is well worth reading.
"Ohhhh," she goes
you're a machine baby
a fucking machine you make me so-"
"-No you insipid little snipe
I said black olives and pineapple,
with Cinna Stix and a liter
of Mountain Dew!!..."
(I'll quote no more,or I'll totally spoil the fun.)
Casey and his Bat by Seattle Zack
A bizarre little tounge in cheek-epos over some unknown local legend better left forgotten. Gave me a good laugh.
The gents cheered Casey on; each thrust, they chanted as a man,
(Well, only seven got to cheer - Richard was in the can)
"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" urging him to pound her,
Twenty minutes passed, then Casey's pace began to flounder.
This is the 2000:th New Poems post.
That calls for a
Well done, all of you who were here way before I came along.
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