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...
by Ivory Web | Apr 22, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
LittleI saw the last-gaspedfeather-weighted ‘O’written by a showerof little quillscooling at the tips.The tin-god voice on the radio sang along with my own,numb and as low as tyres.~ ~ ~ ~ ~LashAn...
by Ivory Web | Apr 21, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Bob Dylan Plays Down in the Port(Genoa 1992)We were almost at the end of the worldon the uppermost floorin earshot of the world’s ghostliest ships.The baby was asleep in his cot.Darling, your breasts were my nest.Just to twitch was to feela cascade of sweat down our...
by Ivory Web | Apr 18, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
My FathersOne wore a St Christopher, the other a watch.One liked cricket, the other football.One drove a Lotus, the other a Morris.One was a nurse, the other sold turf.One read Orwell, the other The Sun.One sported a tweed jacket, the other leather.One listened to...
by Ivory Web | Apr 17, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
All in blackSlender as a reedall in blackdark bobbed hairgreen eyesred lipsperches sidesaddleon the crossbarof my bicycleshe tinkles a laughas my old legs crankthe pedals“I love you,”I whisper seriouslyfollowing her perfumeand pressing my lipsto her cheek“Your not...
