the uglies

fates of the fat fuckers

I am a dragon's mouth

a barf on the breeze

the winchester sneeze

doomsayer of aunt pam's birthday surprise

we were at the wedding and my little sister pipped up

she walked to the microphone and she pointed at the crowd

"I just want to say, I hope this marriage lasts forever

and that my big brother fingered me when I was 5."

all eyes turned to me

like the growing sores of death

I laughed and said

"you know, I'm not her only big brother."

then there was a dusty silence and the chime of silver

on ceramics

wolves have the power of hybrids

faces canine and torpid

if you've got a crawler in you

the kind with gills

set that crustacean free

before it claws its way to the ocean

dragging your guts behind it

s. sparling

semen demon

uncoil like the seven springs of bliss

snakes for shocks that protect you against

the bumps of passion pits

sort of like snow white teeth that nibble at your ass

not drawing blood but slowly peeling away

the ages of silt that have gathered on the shore

making you far too fertile

not for the good for the nation

but for the good of your womb

which is arrogant and full of holes

s. sparling

juicy mango

and the artist felt the rash of cold

felt his eyes growing mould

with that great big bust of a woman

shaking the mango trees all around us

the artist knew his shoes were tight

knew that the sun was too bright

and his tongue was like a cactus

prickly and painful

so when he licked his wounds

he screamed just like a baby

s. sparling