Sundays only by Stephen Miles

Sundays only Metaphoric adjective, the what came first calcium carbonate encrusted embryo or a subspecies of red junglefowl cracked, content laid bare, either or salted by flesh juices of the omnivore, genus sus sliced, diced, cured and preserved fatted belly Continue reading Sundays only by Stephen Miles

Well wishers well by Stephen Miles

Well wishers well Before the day passes and the others have preceded gilded by nothings, bejewelled with mundane blissfulness a normality record plays repeat, rolling the dice once a week maybe twice, thrice, until the week, became weak a month, Continue reading Well wishers well by Stephen Miles

Summer scorn by Stephen Miles

Summer scorn Ribbentrop and Molotov fill Finland’s basket of bread by cluster a dry meal drop, quenched and sweetened with liquid cocktail the population take a propaganda, a flaming Sambuca refreshing from the August seasonal lag continuation of the sun’s Continue reading Summer scorn by Stephen Miles

Head stone by Stephen Miles

Head stone We like what we like who we like, when and where we like it no need to appease nor realm with which to reside our affection it’s a costless, free will world democratically democratic, presided over without distinction, Continue reading Head stone by Stephen Miles

Social work by Stephen Miles

Social work Notoriety, slaps a warning to the grey behind the eyes demeanour curdling distaste to the mouth rhetoric invades the ear, turning summer to salt stomach spinning a washing machine revolt a recoil, envisaging the emergence of cranial horns Continue reading Social work by Stephen Miles

Broken mug by Stephen Miles

Broken mug You arrived on an angels wing the face of an angelic soul a smile giving oxygen orgasms… walking as though sex belongs on legs hell knows, but doesn’t share a one for you and none for me talk Continue reading Broken mug by Stephen Miles

Bugger 2 them all by Stephen Miles

Bugger 2 them all After late life literary rebirth an increase in vocabulary dexterity acquiring contextual awareness… supplemented by fluidity of thought my skeleton thrust forth with Viking vigour marauding the English coast rampaging the reeks of havoc raping, pillaging Continue reading Bugger 2 them all by Stephen Miles