by Ivory Web | Apr 29, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Sex With David AttenboroughHave you noticed the way the way David Attenborough says sexual? Sek-sule… He just has to put those syllables together and you're in the realms of two slugs dangling from a thread of mucus beneath a branch, glutinously entwined for...
by Ivory Web | Apr 28, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Say It Subdue meMake a berry jewelIn the furnace of your throatHold it on your tongueHang it in the airMakeMe Wait,Roll it from thereInto my ear.Make me submit,Start to say itSwallow it,Let the colour of the thoughtFill the airA hue of desireA tracing.Translate...
by Ivory Web | Apr 25, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
There is an army of THEM dipstick depravitycrossed swords,intense dribblingover suicide girls I'm wearing tight Lycra tonightswapping pillowswith a model in drag caricatured braggartdeep coma python.Vomiting captivityfrom a stolen armchair~ ~ ~ ~...
by Ivory Web | Apr 24, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
45 Seconds and GoneThat teacher with her smiling face, she’s always, how was your weekend? My fist in her fucking mouth, that’s how it was. I ought to tell her, just to watch her eyes, all caring and shit, get real hard and cold. Those soft eyes, that would be too...
