Jackson

Follow me, my friend. There’s a place only I know about. Let me show you, my friend. These are my diamonds. And this is a skin I shed years ago. Look! my friend, here is my wardrobe. Here are my many hats. Here are my ornaments, my unnecessary fripperies. And these are my children! Some Read more

You are 5 star luxury to me; your eyes are swimming pools into which I can settle dreamily. Your hair is a black satin sheet slightly rumpled; your voice is room service on the line. Your breasts are magnums of Moet. A hug from you is a long holiday. Oh, I’m not saying it’s all Read more

I wish I had a place to go To be alone. Where no-one could look over my shoulder and with the prying cameras in their narrow skulls Steal my spirit. Read more

hello baby. do your feet feel good today? does your head spin a certain way? does your mouth open wider now? hello sugar. can you taste last night’s red wine? can you see the grand design? do you hear an applauding crowd? hello honey. may you always feel just fine. may your head be as Read more

She looks delicious: promises pastel nectar. Filo flesh exposed between oozing apricot folds. An indulgence: she costs a lot looks wonderful tastes better But once consumed, leaves only a sticky layer on the teeth and a vague craving. Read more

The Beatles lie shattered across the world One is dead and irreplaceable and the others busy themselves with lawsuits Michael Jackson owns their songs Can he understand the music? I myself only glimpse a glimmer I can imagine them together jamming in a room smiling at one another Can Michael Jackson? Song being used in Read more