Monday, March 23, 2020


iBlonde

molotov cocktails
high heeled expletives
napalm hot 
primed and ready
i am your conception the
glossy purr perfection 
blonde bombshell
now be careful not to go off
in my hands
SPLAT!

then there’s the tension
the trepidation of
a booby-trapped kiss
from a lover you know will
break your heart into little bits
(time and time again bomb)
but in his arms
an atomic reaction

and when he looks into my eyes
he sees my history
documented into a dolby surround 
soundtrack of him telling me
i’m beautiful i fall 
head first
in the fermenting odour of poor 
judgement

but never mind all that
he took my number

POW! 


© 2013  by  iDrew
First published by Black Mirror  2014

Friday, March 20, 2020

Caught By The Short and Curlys


Contemptuous look from my reflection
provides all the recommended 
daily dosage of self derision, 
or in other words
just desserts, let it all come crashing down; 
I’ve fucked-up, 
again.

(A feral 
earring. Confirmation artefact; hallmarked 
proof of my deceit.)
Circumstantial archaeology and gossip. 

She was such a small mistake, 
a sluttish little size eight. 
Let’s talk about this.  Please.

There’s vengeance in those dagger sharp eyes 
honed and Maybelline underlined.  Lashes flick-whip. 
Tirades of obscenities from lush kissable lips, 
then I face the cold shoulder as if straight from the fridge 
(isn’t that an omen about serving revenge). 

In the pit of your silence; 
I stumble,
fall head long onto broken promises. 
Onto words that cut, that slice,
that hang in the air like a damning curse.
I’m dangling 

by my own sweet nothings.


© 2007  by P.A.Levy
First published by Kerouac's Dog

Thursday, March 5, 2020



iVirus

home early from work
me boyfriend was sitting on the sofa
watching tv with a pair
of me knickers from the laundry basket
on his face i screamed wtf
he claimed given the present virus epidemic
he needed a mask but couldn’t find one
d i y supermarkets and chemists all sold out
thought me gusset would do the job
and yer stiffy i coyishly quizzed
he deeply inhaled and in a casual
matter of fact way as if claiming sanctuary
odour de fanny
fancy finishing me off babe
he daemonly replied with
a glint like russell brand
yeah you be sick boy - pervy sick
consider yerself
discharged

© 2020  iDrew