Artwork: By, TheFlyTrapMan, artist for the Slasher Monster Magazine, and drawn specifically for my poem, Inside Out, for which I’m truly grateful.
The poem “Inside Out”, is more just a rhyme and a play on a few featured words. Over the road from were I once lived, there was a furniture shop, and the advertising hoarding was, “Inside Out, Exotic Furniture”, well I was sitting there waiting for the bus, and in my minds imagination, I changed the the words to “Inside-out, Upside-down, Erotic Furniture”, and hence my little anecdote was laid….
The view of my love seems upside down.
When I’m at the bottom of her flowing gown.
And my erotic picture appears inside out.
What’s this scenic love all about.
The ways of my love seem upside down.
When she’s on top, covering me ’til I drown.
And I’m underneath, neither in, nor out.
What’s this crazy love all about.
The river of my love seems upside down.
When I’m sitting inside her smiling frown.
And her foreign body hits me in and out.
What’s this exotic love all about.
The world of my love seems upside down.
When I’m laying below her pounding mound.
And her endless thrusts, feel inside out.
What’s this frenzied love all about.
Photo below, I’m sitting at my bedroom computer desk, on this very cold morning, and starting to type out this humourous piece, about nobody and meaning nothing.