More sex from The Green Press…

But, you know, literary sex. Intellectual. By Lee Webber.

 

Wilde’s Tomb

In vogue, with sodomite gait and a wink,
I kiss your grave and mouth your name, and then
imagine Savoy tables, amber drinks,
my buttocks tight like all your suppered men!
Just charm me Wilde. I€™m done with being coy.
I want a cigarette case made of gold.
I’€™ll let you feast on me, I’€™ll be your boy,
let scandal, infamy, pure love unfold!
Now lipstick covers you, your pigment shroud,
I hope you know the wonder that you give,
a homemade epitaph spells it out loud,
says €˜here lies the best man who ever lived€™.
I’€™ll leave you, cursing Victorian luck,
I’€™d sell my soul for one Wildean fuck.

 

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A smoking break with Lee Webber…

We may be green but we like a fag and a snog from time to time.

Vigil

Nicotine drops you
headfirst. Thoughts kick and bruise you.
A year since she left
you’€™re scratching your head,
pulling on a cigarette,
sat on pale-brown grass.
Hard for her, you’€™d yield-
firm lips, Vaseline kisses
dancing cold on your neck.
Afterwards a fag,
warm beer and sunburn, silence,
her hand on your wrist.
You never said €˜stay€™.
Was it right to sweeten her
with doormat eyelids,
only to sit mute,
your yellow lungs like cowards
breathing back the words?
Now cold, shadow set,
you offer ash to darkness,
suck your cigarette.

Live readings

Three writers from the Green Press will be appearing at the Poetry Cafe in the next few weeks.

On August 20, the Literature Lounge presents Pictures To Lean Into, an evening of poetry, music and head-to-head fiction featuring Jarred McGinnis and Samuel Taradash. £4 at the door, and the event kicks off at 8:00 PM.

Then on September 22, Lee Webber will be amongst the talents reading at Poetry Unplugged. Doors open at 7:00.

Both events will be at the Poetry Cafe, 22 Betterton Street, London WC2H 9BX (map)

Photos from the Respect Festival

Sunday saw a group of talent from What We Were Thinking Just Before The End assembled to read at the Respect Festival in Brent. For almost 2 hours the “Shhh! Tent” was the host to fiction, poetry, and just a little bit of banter. Photos and such follow below…