JB the dark side.

[Jerrybaldy]

Here it is the single thread. Towing the line.
#1

I will wear a tutu
if it turns you on
and dance the dance of the sugar plum fairy
to be licked from your fingers
like yesterday's jam.
Your puppet
Your Muppet
With a lazy eye.
Sleepy knife.
I will be your killer
If it turns you on.
Dressed in black
dressed to the left.
Undressed
I will self harm
If that's your thing.
Sleepy knife on
weakened skin
if that's your fu cked up thing.
I will take you to the movies.
I will be the pill that doesn't kill
the egg you laid.
I will be the celebrity
that didn't sponsor anything.
I will self destruct like a f ucked up
Russian rocket to the moon.
I will be your spoon
whilst you f uck the fork.
Like a would be earthquake
I will leave a crack.
Ripped at the edges
frayed,
unspotlit,
like this quiet
bastard birth.

[Jerrybaldy]

#2
When she told me
She had a job on the ghost train
I had no idea she would end up screwing
The frankly fit bloke
Who played the skeleton
Riding the bicycle.
I remember the night
I bought
him a hotdog in the rain,
I thought he was a c unt
back then.

[Jerrybaldy]

#3
There is no answer to five across
six letters
Second letter G
There are no answers
PermanentlY.

[AuntShecky]

#3
There is no answer to five across
six letters
Second letter G
There are no answers
PermanentlY.

C'est vrai.

[Delta40]

Another virtual prize. Love your raw art.

[DieterM]

JB, I simply lurv your dark side! I read the first offering quite unprepared (well, except for the title, but how could I know I'd encounter such raw beauty?), and it felt like I was hit in the stomach. I can only say i'm impressed, and to show it, I simply bump up this thread without further ado, okay?

[Jerrybaldy]

#4
Licking wet gloss lips
as she fingers the tulip glass
as the candlelight flickers
on white linen.
Licking her lips
as she fingers
as candlelight flickers
on linen.
Licking her fingers
as she fingers her lips
her soft skin slips
upon linen.

[Haunted]

A powerful opener! There's probably a lot more to it then I can fathom. But what I got out of it, WOW.

#2 I can tell it's from you with my eyes closed ;)

#3 shows your genius in traveling seamlessly between two worlds, the sensual & raunchy to the philosophical.

#4 is just delicious! Tulip glass... oh dear, so tempting. *clink*

[Jerrybaldy]

Thank you Delta, Dieter and Haunted. Good to get comments from the best .

[Jerrybaldy]

#5 Unrecorded Ripples.

Tomorrows world is today,
mildly disappointed here.
Still have to open doors with handles.
No pills for lunch,
only for sadness.
I wear a suit to work
that isn't silver.
My hovercar is not floating outside
just a Volkswagen.
People still have nasal hair
and warts.
They have the internet to abuse
and bully and flirt,
to imitate life
In solo.
People keep chickens
and grow vegetables
to keep it real.
Like people kept budgies
that talked.
People still have sex
but Christ it's confusing,
are two enough?
Tomorrow today
has empty churches
and heaving mosques.
Terrorists for Nazis.
Jesus still nailed to his cross.
Parents pissed on wine
Children only play on PlayStation
Music died with the pubs
and any freedom to enjoy the thrill
of f ucking yourself up
in a socially acceptable way.
Kids see labia before their first kiss.
Nobody goes out
unless it's sponsored
or two for one.
Twats still demolish bus shelters
In 2013.
Buses still take people to work.
But they cannot smoke upstairs.
Head to the coast.
The sea remains the same.
You can walk right in dressed in your suit
flood your patent shoes
soak your Best Dad socks.
Watch the moon in widescreen.
Walk toward it.
Swim for a while
backstroke creating white foam
in black sea.
Gasp the air, let it go
and sink
in unrecorded ripples.

[Jerrybaldy]

#6

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday
And all is fine.

Yesterday was the day you worried about
the day before.

Sorry to disturb you today.
Tomorrow is worrying.
Frankly I am pissing my pants.

Don't even mention next Tuesday.

[Delta40]

Publish FFS! You do the Northern hemisphere and I'll do the Southern....

[Jerrybaldy]

Deal Delta.

My thanks also to the wise young lady of litnut. AUNTIE SHECKY. This place owes you much. X

[Jerrybaldy]

The pier.

Pink sugar spun to floss
sending a warm sweet scent
curling between amusement machines
of cherries and bells
and tunes that play
in the smokey chattering heat
of the pier at night.

Beneath, rusted columns
sink to black water.

Fat spits from a burger on a hot plate,
outside, by the wide mouthed clown
collecting wooden balls
for winners of a fluffy
personified carrot.

A boy looks over the rail
wondering how deep.

A man in a cap blows smoke
from both nostrils
through a moustache that once was dark
and had led Mary to call him Valentino.
He pushes his glasses back up his nose
and aims his smoke at the moon.

The boy sees the moon dance
from wave to wave.

Gypsy Lea is waiting behind a red velvet curtain.
A woman with a polystyrene cup of tea,
cooling beneath a washing line
of coloured bulbs,
wonders whether to dare go in.

"Legs eleven"
the bingo caller shouts in static.
Old moustache man whistles
into a westerly wind.

The woman with the polystyrene cup
blows steam toward a couple holding hands,
who are wishing romantically upon the moon
that dances from dark wave to dark wave
for the boy leaning on the rail.

The couple orbit each other
In a mock waltz.

They will return in twenty years
to where they met.
Moustache man will be dead,
Mary still remembers her Valentino.
The clown still laughing
it's belly full of wooden balls.
Gypsy Lea foretold her own end.
The lady who never went in,
walks on the prom,
with alzheimer's and
a tall grey stranger.


Pink candy, sweet, still fills the air.

The boy is a man
and as the tune of three bells
fills the pier
and the painted bulbs
sway in a westerly wind,
he stares
transfixed still,
by the cold black lure of the sea.

[Delta40]

Oh JB! What a wonderful setting and a great passage of time to wander through. The only thing I wanted to munch on along the journey was chips in newspaper with plenty of salt n vinegar...

[AuntShecky]

The biggest compliment one can give a writer is "I wish I had written that." And Jerry, yours fooly wishes she had written your #10, 11, and 14.

If I could do "crewel" work, I'd stitch this one and hang it up on the wall:


Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday
And all is fine.

[Jerrybaldy]

Ah Auntie those opening lines are not mine and I guess you are pulling my chain with wanting to have written the poems I have not yet written. :p :D ah I see you are quoting post numbers. Understand now. Thanks Auntie.

[Haunted]

Your observations of humanity never ceases to amaze me. Even more amazing is your juxtapositions. What I see you're doing in many of your poems, and here #10 and #14, you are doing what would be the 21st century version of the Wasteland, but in a language that I can understand. This is an accomplishment not to be shrugged off. Litnet is a good place as long as you are writing and posting.

[Jerrybaldy]

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[angliholic]

Just like Delta, I love your raw art as well