The long spring day,
its mists rising,
before I know it
has turned to
twilight,
and the heart that crowds my chest
hurts me so
I
moan
like the mountain thrushes.
Then from the mountains
where our
great Lord,
a god aloof,
is pleased to wander,
a wind comes
blowing,
and as I stand alone,
morning and night,
it turns back my
sleeve
and I think how auspicious
is that one word "back"!
Back where her gun is.
I call
myself a man of spirit,
but on this journey,
grass for a pillow,
my
thoughts keep going back—
no way to stop them—
and like the fires that
burn
when fishergirls of Ami Bay
boil down their salt,
these memories
burn
deep within my heart.
Of their 50 caliber butts.
Because the winds across
the mountain
blow without cease,
each night in sleep unfailingly
I
think with longing
of my love back home.
With her clenched cheeks
firing again and again.
Tailgunner poops lead
ReplyDeleteSpewing dread amongst followers
Saving face backwards
I know this isn't a Whose That Girl, but I'm quite sure that's Ima Leadshitter.
ReplyDeleteCome on Windbag, it's Haiku or fuck you! :)
ReplyDeleteTrooper won't admit it but this is what he "faced" onboard the USS Missouri when he visited the poop deck.
ReplyDeleteTailgunner JoAnne
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Full metal knickers
Excellent, windbag!
ReplyDeleteThere was a young girl from Sapporo
ReplyDeletewhose ass every boy did adore so.
She'd hold on like a chuck
to your drill bit and cluck,
"That's at least a Y gauge, maybe more so!"
@Chip S: is that Limerick or Rimelick?
ReplyDeleteToo coarse for a rimerick; lacks finish.
ReplyDeleteA girl with a gun for a dildo
ReplyDeleteDetermined that she go commando
In a flash her behind
Streaked its way past her mind
And her cheeks blasting out innuendos
Seven samurai
ReplyDeleteDemand rice from innocent
Now bleed profusely
In fairness, it seems to be attached to her tailbone which, from an engineering standpoint makes structural sense, even if it does complicate the firing mechanism.
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Around here
Yet her gun
Seems firmly
Attached and
Ready to aim
If not fire!
Tail gunners attack from the rear!
This pic doesn't show 'em, but wait 'til you see her armaments
ReplyDeleteShe's got a nice sponson, BTW.
ReplyDeleteHOW DOES MAMAM DEAL WITH ALL THIS TESTOSTERONE AND PROFANITY?
ReplyDeleteTHAT IS WHAT IS MOST AMAZING ABOUT THIS BLOG.
TITS.
HOW DOES MAMAM DEAL WITH ALL THIS TESTOSTERONE AND PROFANITY?
ReplyDeleteIt's the poetry, Titus. I like poetry and laughter.
If you read more than you shouted, you'd also know I've spent the greater part of my life in a family of men.
The Constitution’s
ReplyDeleteSecond Amendment protects
our right to stuff arms.
If she farts, watch out!
...I've spent the greater part of my life in a family of men.
ReplyDeleteTo hear Titus tell it, he's spent the greater part of his life in men. Maybe that hinders his allotment of reading time.
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ReplyDeleteMention of Janus was recently made, which could account for changing focus and reading challenges.
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