Wednesday, 6 May 2015

ODE TO ONLINE and HAPPY ENDING by Dander

TWO POEMS:

Ode To Online

No

no no no
you're too tall
you're too short
you would do
on second thoughts... no
Because now I hear...
you're back in Rekyavik now
But you’ll “do me” next year
BLOCK!
no, nien, nyet
maybe - but i'm not that desperate
yet
you’re too thin
you’re too fat
you’re too this
you’re too that
one last go
no, yes, no
ummm........ go on then
ah… no
because now he says
he wants to bareback me
with his rugby mates
BLOCK! He’s too keen
He’s too weird
He looks mean
That’s no beard
He’s too fem
He’s looks wired
NO, I DO NOT HAVE CHEMS
shit i'm tired....
one last go at 
woof wink woosh
you would do
at a push …
but then you let slip
you want to video me
for your xtube clip....
BLOCK! 
No, never, nope
What the fuck are doing 
With that rope?
Off with the sunglasses AND the hat 
Been there
Done that
Maybe... though I could be wrong
And then suddenly… 
BONG
all the bells ring
DING fucking DONG
don't give a shit if you're not hung
like KING KONG
I wanna live inside your pants and never stop
you push my buttons and i think they have just popped
and then you say..
you'll be round in a jiffy
Fifty metres away...
YES!

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Happy Ending 


I met up with a guy

From an internet site
Of respectable weight
and acceptable height
A masseur by day
and an actor by night
He showed me his lines
And we learned them, alright

We went back to his flat

And we fucked until dawn
I woke up about eight
And rolled over to yawn

but where's my...

happy ending?
I want my...
happy ending...
I'm tired..
of pretending
that I don't really care
am not awake or aware

now nothing...

ever moves me

don't use me...

choose me

The next time we met

Was on an iPhone app
He brought along toys
And he lent me his strap
We notched up some firsts
And I extended my list
Of the things I will do
When I am properly kissed

but where's my...

happy ending?
still want my...
happy ending
I'm tired...
of mending
all the pieces of hate
each time this silly heart breaks

I can't go on...

living life for no one

Mister Masseur!

Will you break it to me gently?
Will you let me down kindly?
Will you 'tell me on a Sunday'?
Mister Masseur...
Will you break it to me gently?
That there really isn't going to be
Any happy ending...
that you can give me

The last time we met

Well it was hardly a 'meet'
Coming out of a hotel
I was crossing the street
We chatted a while
But I noticed you colder
Though I flashed you my smile
You looked over...
... my shoulder

So where's my...

Happy ending?
I want my...
Happy Ending
I'm tired...
Of bending
For another man's needs
For another man's seed
When nothing
Ever grows there
No sign of life
Or love to show there

Mister Masseur...

Will you break it to me gently?
Will you let me down kindly?
Will you 'tell me on a Sunday'?
Mister Masseur...
Will you break it to me gently?
That there really isn't going to be
Any happy ending...

Except the one that's up to me





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