This site contains a few pieces that use ‘swear’ words or relate to sex or other ‘adult themes’.

Jackson

Writer. Poet. Editor.

My writing

My writing that is published on this site, including lots of creative commons poetry.

  • Mick Jagger dream

    I dreamed I fucked Mick Jagger     Lips & all It wasn’t nice He fucked like a malfunctioning vibrator and his cock was so small, the condom was loose He didn’t like me digging my nails into his back, probably because I didn’t mean it He had no idea how to make me come Sorry Mick Read more

  • Damn

    On the train, standing tall Black hair, soft spikes above, cleancut below Sunglasses Cleanshaven big-dick chin Black t-shirt, blue jeans, black suede shoes Old leather Quiksilver bag, lowslung like Dee Dee Ramone’s bass He doesn’t see me staring He gets off at Bassendean Damn Read more

  • In my secret garden

    In my secret garden there are vegetables with peculiar names, strange shapes and foreign heritage; twisted herbs whose leaves and buds are functional in particular situations; fruits that are an acquired taste; contorted bruise-coloured blooms. I love and love and love them all, talk to them, irrigate them, reconfigure their habitats, fertilise them, preserve their… Read more

  • q finger

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    I want to lock my face cams on your chocolate-cake eyes ski your hardline nose with my q finger swipe your plush-ice mouth with my spacebar trackpad thumb examine with my i finger the precious folds and little faint hairs of your pinna trickle my j finger down the long line from the left hinge… Read more

  • Foxy Lady

    She is small and full of glee, a laugh made of bone and bright fluff Her fur is soft, brown, long, spiked out not as punk but as puff When I come to her gate she dips and jumps and speaks with yaps and yips that shine in the air She runs to me and… Read more

  • Vaulted

    Broken hearts rattle      like shell-shards in a      tobacco tin The shrieks of bayoneted babies The groans of beaten babies The call of babies      wailing for love The dead eyes of dissociated babies The silence of babies      whose hearts are broken In Uganda, where the warlords— In Afghanistan, where the soldiers— In Australia, where the preachers… Read more