Ping | Pong

Ping | Pong

Sex on sale.
Limited time only.        Not tomorrow,
Today.

Ping | Pong

Now 》》》
The pimps have gone to bed /// zzzzz

Leave your seminal fluids
                     >>> in the glove box

This is a frenzy of minds

                     >>> these games we play
                     
♡♡♡this is love♡♡♡

Ping | Pong

 

© John Bowers 2017

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Bad Poetry – The Rules of the Game

Horse drawn vehicles
Are not permitted
On the motorway

Merge left
Merge right

We do the hokey pokey
And we turn about
That’s what it’s all about.

 

 

© John Bowers 2017

 

Bad Poetry – Gravity is an Indiscriminate Bitch

Your DNA, like nail clippings caught between my teeth,
A memento-mori of the inevitability of our decline,
The staccato glitch of the attenuation of our end,
Our ultimate omega and destruction, your terminal crime.

It was that touch, ever so soft and malignant,
The flesh of my cheek, your hateful transgression,
The heat and the burning, the agony of my denial,
An act of malfeasance, scorched earth a mile wide.

Destruction my insatiable fetish,
While asteroids ignite and disassemble,
Punching through the diaphanous tapestry;
of memory, of time, and of place.

Gravity is an indiscriminate bitch.

John Bowers © 2017