8th Son Jimmy Boom Semtex and other writers/poets/authors poems

8th Son

Jimmy Boom Semtex and other writers/poets/authors

Walker

The young sexy girl is a walker

Not a zombie but a hooker

This is confirmed when we hear her

She talks on her phone with a client

Not caring who listens

Don't let the wife find out!

The price is three thousand

No wonder she has cash

This brat of a girl from a poor family

How else will she get money?

She has neither job nor college

Yet she dresses sexy

Illusion and reality all in one

A walking STD no free condoms here!

Pity the poor man's wife

Does she know what her man is doing?

Playing away from home

With a girl like this full of spunk

Enough to make you vomit

Humorous enough to point

There's the local whore

Three grand and a quick fuck

Ten men a day anything

goes

She's easy to find

Her number's on bus shelters

She has business cards

Or there's word of mouth

A user friendly slut

Common cum dripping commodity

Awaiting your cock

Round the Chimney

Three Messerschimtts fly in formation on this tragic day in Germany’s history, they’re in formation so fragile and deadly.

Then the Mustangs strike fast without warning.

Left and right the wingmen go.

A fuel tank explodes and is jettisoned, saving both pilot and plane.

Deadly chase is now on; lower and lower the 109 and Mustang go, pilot skill counts, so close to the ground, all that speed.

Over the village the 109 hurtles, turning on its wing, fifty feet above the brewery chimney.

Four g’s in this gut wrenching turn.

Then the Mustang’s guns strike home, mortal hit.

A third of an aileron flies off the 109.

Flicking upside down will he die?

With so much coolness he flies his plane upwards, inverted flight, gaining height.

Mustang pilot sees this and waits to claim his kill.

With German coolness the 109 rolls upright and the chase continues – for a while.

Force landing his damaged plane the kraut is beaten but alive, skillful and lucky.

Inky Times (by Gray Nicholls)

Ink on the skin, ink on the page

Scrapping meanings for answers

Buzzing around from

One world to the next

Coughing down chimneys

No matter whether Christmas

Or in the middle of Summer

Hoping things will get better;

Whether May will stick to her promises

And Trump will stop scaring us

Stating Global Warming

Doesn’t exist on the page

As well as all over our heads

And digging deep

Into our skins

Hoping things will get better.

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