But, you know, literary sex. Intellectual. By Lee Webber.
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. Im 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.
We may be green but we like a fag and a snog from time to time.
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.
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)
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…