Author Archives: montecyril

Hey Albanese, you hip-swaying whore! Whose arse do you want to lick – Donald Trump’s or Prakash Saint Paul’s? Are you the whore of Jerusalem or the prostitute of Gaza? Or does your bodygrabbing whoredom morph into both? Get fucked!

I’ll fuck the gun control and hate speech laws even if they are passed in Parliament! Albanese, you shameless bodygrabbing whore, your penis is so flaccid if feels like a pussy. Don’t try to speak through your arse; your gills are in your belly; Antarctica is in your mouth!

Mother, you loaned me that silent luminosity: A poem 

I know the breeze speaks  in fluorescence among the trees,  even the roosting birds light up to the magic  I have seen the colours of every earth in the glittering skies  put all my shadows of doubt to rest  Even the cauldrons of my life that seemed empty  had a cornucopia so blessed in belief  that itContinue reading “Mother, you loaned me that silent luminosity: A poem “

They can’t give me Paradise without the manifestation of my son: A poem 

I ask you, if you and me   have been snapshotted in the wrong place  that we are not victims of a masked face;  of charlatans who want to pictureframe us on their walls?  We are more than the binaries that we have seemed to be in time  our secrets are locked in a space before it was made sublime  You’d thinkContinue reading “They can’t give me Paradise without the manifestation of my son: A poem “

God is more than a quantum secret: A poem 

Rolling and freezing  in a pinball state of  becoming and unbecoming  from Phoenix to benben stone  over the eye of the pyramid  from all-seeing to blindfold  The embryonic chicken before the egg  an ovum of creation that was created  unknowing of its birth  as gelatinous as a Schrodinger’s cat  unnaming itself as it slipped out of a bag Continue reading “God is more than a quantum secret: A poem “