• The Pitch

    There is dark
    And there is pitch
    It’s funny how dark can feel comforting
    And pitch is where the nightmares make a home

    I see your silhouette in the dark
    Envisioning warmth from lips
    Sounds that roll like sweet butter toffee off the tongue
    And I know there is only one thing left to do

    Then there is the pitch
    Alone and n…Read More

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    Anatomy of a Loss (2)

    A standard Friday morning at work -well, almost standard - I’d arrived late as planneddue to having to make an appointment.Fifteen minutes in, the telephone rang.“Would you like to take the call in the staff room,or are you OK...

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    • Shock and unreliability of the news is highly felt on this

    • I can’t even comprehend a loss this magnitude. All I can offer is the humble hope that you will find at least a modicum of peace in the writing.

      • Thank you. I hope writing and music will help, eventually. We also managed to fulfil her wishes and donate her organs, which is a real positive. Nobody should have to go through this, though. She was only 17, was much loved, and it’s just horrific.

    • Powerfully penned, Ellie. I can’t even imagine my friend, so sorry for your loss. Writing is therapy, may it bring you some sort of relief. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    If I Had Turned Around

    Rewriting Memories   If I had turned around that night and went home I believe I would have ended up dead The guilt I held never left me alone Filling my head with never ending dread   If I had turned around that night and gone...

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    Blow Daddy

    Blow Daddy
 Front seat
 At a railroad crossing
 Long freight train moving slowly
 Eyes closed
 She’s working her magic
 Deep South
 Things amble along
 He’s about to release
 Last car passes
 Horns honk
 He spews
 Onward with ecstasy
 Rear view mirror
 Guy behind him is pissed
 Let him wait

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    • Haha,,,I love how you show what is happening all around. Then the let’m wait had me smiling

    • Hey man, how’s it going? It’s been a while since I read your posts. Great write. No apologies here. Fuck em!

    • Hey Keith
      Word up ?
      Haven’t written much since the DUP demise but thought I should contribute some smut again !!

      Thx bro

    • Hi P.,
      I may have told you I’m a quarter French.
      And in France you can get away with pretty much anything as long as you mind your language.
      Like this one. Direct, no unnecessary chatter, love it!
      Needless to say I’m a huge fan of your writes.
      Kind regards, Gus

      • There used to be TV show called DRAGNET. The main character played a police detective and he was known for saying “just the facts” .
        So Gus, that’s what I modeled my writing on. Just the facts. Say what I want to say and not much more.

        A blow job doesn’t need many words, just the passion of someone giving and someone getting …

        Thanks for your comment…

        Stay tuned

    • Passionately penned, Speak. Another excellent write my friend. You always bring you A-game when it comes to telling a story or painting us a picture. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thanks Damian

        I don’t writhe much anymore but occasionally a thought comes to mind and I pen it.

        Appreciate the nod !

    • Hahaha, don’t know if you intended the humor but it’s there. What else is there to do while waiting on a mile of rail cart. To be honest we really miss those long trains passing by forcing the entire south to slow down even more. America doesn’t use but a fraction of it’s railway potential anymore, we use to move shit

      • Humor, mirth and a little attitude …
        I’ll tell you one thing, that woman knows what she’s doing …
        She calls it her salvation à la mode ….
        I call it bliss

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    The Carrion Jar

    Like opening a bottle of wine and letting it breathe aged from the tempest corpse a heady scent of decay in the carrion jar of our hollowed cathedral with a lingering caress of your divine worn grace mimicking the...

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