The rising sun faces
The sickening moon
And the fires in the engines
Go on one by one

I got an albedo libido
Fuelled by Phoenix

Choose now they croon,
Beneath the moon
Choose now they cry
The ancient ones
Beside an ancient lake

Virginal Virginia’s vagina
Te aroha
Warm winter California sun
All around me
People try to hang on to power
It grows more tenacious
By the hour

She’s sweet fifteen but she acts like twenty-one
Knows all the moves, yeah, she’s a sex bomb
Gonna nuke the world with sexual thrills
Social workers and benefits gonna pay her bills
Her eyes like mince pies
In snow-laden skies

The (w)hole in the ocean
A hole in the sky
You never looked around
To wonder, “Why?”

I want a Woman
With breasts like the tips of nuclear missiles
A smile like a sunrise at 20,000 feet
Thighs like a BMW motorbike’s lines
Legs as sleek as steel pylons
Hair like wire wool
Ways as winning as a successful salesman
As wanton and winsome as a thousand sex chat lines
Arms like robotic manacles to grip me tight all night long
A womb as productive as a weapons factory in total war
A voice like Dolby 7.1 surround sound
Nails as gleaming and polished as a professional torturer’s torture kit
Lips as trembling and pouting as starships waiting to dock
Who will respond to my voice like a Jaguar XKS responds to pressure on the accelerator
Who will stay by my side as faithfully as the taxman
And attend to my every need as willingly as a hopeless addict
Attends to her drug addiction

Half a mo Joe,
I got to go….

My lover’s green eyes
Seemed to glow with opalescent fire,
Like twin flames trapped in ice

Who’s calling the shots?
And making the grade?
Who’s making the plots?
And must be obeyed?

Golf balls littered the landscape like some fairy tale giant’s dandruff.



Copyright © Christopher J. Hudson 2011