Mark R Slaughter Poems

Ever had a nine-course meal to set you on your way?
Perhaps to start, a glass of wine aside a cheese soufflé.
The second dish could be of fish, so how about Paella?
Check with Chef to see it's cooked – you don't want salmonella!
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Green slipped out from under the white -
Splashed in early other colours,
And gave up lambs, who
Bleated tirelessly on the subject.
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</>Where for art thou, soldier?
Out East? West? –
And when? –
What part your rabid history?
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Her pupil shone –
Black stole a peek

Her smile wore sleek
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I dreamt I was a buttock,
Fulsome, firm, and round,
Forever in the tanning parlour
Cooking ‘till I'm browned;
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You saw in my head a crevice
Gushing
Oozing
Sluicing all
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And so the cat sat on the mat,
Overseeing all he owned.
He patronised the house's tat,
Then further scowled as he bemoaned
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In poetry, you render from the gut -
Expository slut, the aim:
Cathartic legs apart,
Inviting all to penetrate
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Drip upon me
Thine eyes of tears

In searching out from depths of brown
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The teacher taught;
The pupils never bought the notion.
Now distraught, he
Slammed the door,
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