A woman empties a bucket of piss, sloshes through the cobbles as my driver curses. Cretin! The horses pulling the cart don’t care, they soldier on; we all do, really. A withered man with a wicker basket sells his wears for scraps of tin, fabric, anything. I blow my nose on a handkerchief, see streaks … Continue reading The Future Isn’t What it Was (Poem)
We kissed over a bubble-gum sundae. Her creamy tongue was a helter-skelter in my mouth, electric blue, a slide down to my stomach where it fizzed and bubbled. We kissed hungrily. Hungrily over a bubble-gum sundae, in an ice cream shop. She kissed my fabric and my fibres and then, once satiated, she dislocated her … Continue reading Bubble Gum (Short Story)
