In a small canoe
I was passing thru
the wee town of Spark
Bridge when it was dark
on the River Crake.
Made a big mistake:
I forgot to duck
So I yelled out ‘F-udge!’
Geoff Holme is a couch potato and co-curator of flash fiction contest microcosmsfic.com
Forever in me, forever in you.
am I just another James Blunt song
or are we the Fitzgeralds?
The fall air breathes
upon my neck in the early morning
Giving me chills across my body
and all I can imagine
Is your stubble rubbing across my thighs
Jess Mize is a blonde-haired surfer girl from South Carolina. Her favourite author is Stephen King. Vampire Weekend has three albums in stores now.
This poem is not suitable for work.
Think of it as an uncomfortable masturbation
in a toilet cubicle next to your boss
while his Thursday night bhuna explodes.
This poem is not suitable for work.
In layman’s terms it resembles
a piss-poor German porno,
acceptable only with a fetish for functional.
This rhythmic ensemble is highly unsuitable
for the corridors of power,
like your Auntie enjoying a golden shower
while you watch Masterchef down the stairs.
This poem is not safe for work,
but may grow on you slowly
like a genital wart
caught from the Head of HR.
This piece of writing is NSFW,
particularly in New South Fucking Wales –
where cracked photocopier glass
was caused by a fat sweaty arse.
This poem is not suitable for work
due to many reasons already mentioned,
but mainly because
I say fuck, shit and cocks at the end.
Ellis Hawkes writes the things you’d like to, but are afraid your Aunt Mavis might read and tell your Mum. It’s mainly just swear words strung together loosely. You can follow Ellis on Twitter @ecosserotica
Wanton Fuckery Poetry 