David Mac

by Horror Sleaze Trash on October 3, 2012

David Mac is one of the greatest forklift drivers ever to emerge from the UK. His prose and poetry has been published in many mags, journals, sites, zines and blogs. He has various self-published collections available plus collections with Erbacce Press, Knives Forks & Spoons Press, Ten Pages Press, Writing Knights Press, and soon Like This Press. He likes blues music, guitars, cats, wine, and Humphrey Bogart.

Acne

Bukowski’s always there

as I

bend you over the couch
french kiss
your cunt
like wine

 

Lager Lips

 

our beer bellies slapping up against
each other music playing the
tv on

and love

we burp each other’s
names in the
night time

 

Rooster

 

my midnight hard

cock banging

on your door

asking to be

let in

 

or against

your cheek

asking the same

thing

 

how your

mouth was

made to

answer

 

 

I Bought Oedipus a Drink

 

‘You ever

dream of

fucking your own

mother?’

he

asked me

 

‘That’s sick,’

I told

him

 

‘You haven’t

seen my

mother,’

he

explained

 

 

Another Love Poem

 

your hands grip my arse

my lips eat your tits

 

my cock – a thick swollen pig

your pussy – an angry mouth

 

you feel my flood, my

dirty pumping ooze

 

but this ain’t a poem, it’s

just another excuse to

 

fuck with you

 

 

By Any Other Name

 

Bending the girl over

Smack

Slap

Grab grope

Playing her

Flesh moves the

Girl groans

Ooh

Two fingers

Part

Enter

The rose

Is red

So is

Hell

But this

Is neither

Love or

Hate

Just beings

Probing

Reaching

Locating

Discovering

Finding their

Way

A chosen

Path perhaps

Clothes lie

Bodies do not

I thrust I

Penetrate

I cannot find

The words

 

 

And Love Flows Like Mud

 

She lay there

All that meat

All that flesh

 

He shuts the door

Lets his skin fall to the floor

 

He comes to the hot bed

His dick a mad wolf

Screaming and angry

 

 

Spiking her

She throbs and writhes

A pink fish speared

 

Her black eyes ooze

His tongue flicks

Wriggles into her mouth

A violent worm

 

They twist and jerk

Wild patterns

But her beauty dances

 

He juts

Splits

Shoots off into darkness

 

Bodies collapse

Break apart

 

And after

They smoke cigarettes

Strangers again

 

No words

 

Will her cock remember?

Will his cunt forget?

 

 

Verse for Vagina

She opened her pussy wider

To take my penis deeper

I didn’t wanna tell her

That I knew that she was eager

 

 

 

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