Subject Matter By Mike Watts

She rolled down her Black leggings And lowered herself Onto the pot Her bleached denim skirt Hiding That special pink As she focused Into the twisted cotton Of her lacy white Knickers I was shaving (Slow, upward strokes) The route of my blade Forgotten, distracted By the glint Of her golden fingers Folding blue paper, By her painted toes Like ten strawberries, By her sudden spasm As two liquids met I turned away My chin a mess Of trickling red Our silence was weird So I pushed at the window And let the street Pour in Kids screeched And smashed into each Other Knackered engines puked And growled CDs pulsed and exploded Everywhere And as all the world Warmed up for its chaos I didn't see That she'd finished That she'd pulled It all up And slipped away Leaving only a bowl Of un-flushed colour And I A foaming madman Who'll creep upstairs later And write it all down.

Copyright Mike Watts 2009

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Poetry - Winter Song By Joe Hakim

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Poetry - January Mornings By Gary Clark

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Poetry - The Sailor's Romance By Laurenceaux

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Poetry - Resting In Peace By Chris Dawber 1947 - 2009

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Poetry - Questions By Chris Dawber

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Poetry - From This Place By Tim Roux

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Poetry - Ring By Laurenceaux

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Poetry - Should Time Stand Still By A J Grant

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Poetry - The Kings Town By Tom Stratton

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Poetry - The Ex (to See) By Phil Pretheroe
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Poetry - You know By Mike Watts

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Poetry - Unlimited Social Ailments By Laurenceaux

Andrea was a coke-head, she took it to the max. She peppered her body regularly, but never knew the facts. She knew she was lovin' it, she knew she had wings, She knew she had tracks, Read more...

Poetry - Acute Gravity By Steve Rudd
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Poetry - The Face on the Henhouse Floor or Brewster's Last Stand ... By Maurice Fairfield
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Poetry - Feelings (republished with audio MP3 download) By Laurenceaux

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Poetry - Two Things By Mike Watts

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Poetry - Larkin About By Gary Clark

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