Over and Out

Control

You draw close and my skin reaches for you with every follicle...

desire flashes the length of me like a caged animal, pulsing
But I say nothing, do nothing - confusion strikes my thoughts
Scattering all the words I had to spit at you, aimed to bite hard

Anger melts into a pool of liquid regret, I am mute before you

I am betrayed by my own emotions which will not call to heel
Primed and loaded the vitriolic sheet slithers softly on deaf ears
and is not heard. Tho' the acid touch burns me deep, I am still

Hatred mixes with love and passion brews into a heady cocktail

I drink the bile back down and swallow hard on choked profanities
Blood courses through my world blinding my clarity with craving
Every fibre of me lurks to your touch, reviles in silent protest

Enveloped I am destroyed, conquered and defeated once more

My captor searches oblivious to the turbulence set to detonate
Toxic shock - lips touch - primal spark - basic greed into need
Sightless possession in a vice grip, yanks me to a tainted destination

Another Game

The game

Rip me deep and grate me with a slicer, then peel aside the skin

It's semantic when you choose where this journey should begin
Maybe follow another's road map, displayed in twisting scars
Or carve your own unique design to place me further behind bars

Slit away each layer and gorge upon the rows of reeking debris

Smear yourself with victory, the fruits from this flawless killing spree
Altho' each delicious dissection made with the grace of Fred Astaire
Did you even noticed...... I was never there?

Your game was only ever solitaire!

Down on the Farm (part 2)

Mad David's Patio

David always thinks big, he works out and is extremely full of muscle. One of his big projects was his patio. There are unfortunately no pictures here but it is a huge width of the house affair - going out about the same distance, with a 4 foot feature wall around. Mad David also plans things with a progression step by step approach...  so having began the job, he realised he'd need to shift all the earth so found an old Mini (probably in a skip i didn't encourage him to explain by asking) and turned it into a four wheeled trailer, about 5 foot in height.

He'd then drive home every day after work and spend a few hours shovelling more earth into the trailer.

His house has an extension where the garage used to be so to get the earth to the front he loads up his digger (see separate entry) and drives through the extension to the trailer which is parked at the front on the farm track (for easy access he claims!!)

Come the weekend he went to the dump to empty the earth. He has a massive industrial looking car that could pull anything so doesn't think anything is amiss till he comes to empty the trailer. Then it dawns on him. 2 weeks of industrious excavating has given him a completely full trailer that he cannot empty.(unless he stayed at the dump for two days emptying it) Oh dear.

Back home he welds a few bolts here, a few bits of metal there and the odd boat winch to make a tipping system. He can't of course test it until he gets to the dump when if it breaks he will damage the trailer and/or the car, cos he'll have to spend another two weeks refilling it again! But lucky as ever it works first time and he begins the first of many earth dumping trips..... and that's what he calls labour saving!...

QUESTION -

Is it morally and ethically wrong to spy on your neighbours?