Author Archives: montecyril

Invite in the Muslims, deny the backpackers Let the farmers get into a ruckus `Cos we know the greatest motherfuckers I still want to have sex with the Labor cocksuckers! Let there be the emptying out of them truckers! Only the cost of living will get the bulls and buckers! Mum and Dad businesses areContinue reading “Just who do I want to have sex with!: A poem”

Oh! How the evil church mouth-farts To avoid my implicit becoming wrath Just so that it doesn’t get its deserved comeuppance By checkmating me at every chance! So, how come when I was living with my sister Maxie Benedict They connivingly elected Pope Benedict And then, when I was visiting my Mum, Maria Francisca, forContinue reading “Oh how the Church mouth-farts! Pope UnLeo, you chameleon!: A poem”

O! How did I walk the world?! Walk the Universe?! Biting back the tears, should I have hoped to reverse everything, as if there was a magic key in the soul of me But I am only trapezing in a history older than sunshine, when I just have to always confront the prospect of losingContinue reading “Yes, yet, though I am bankrupted by the overwhelming evil design, I am still with laughter!!!: A poem”

Outside, I see the morning crawl in a customary scrawl across my window. Inside, I feel a particular calm, as if the jaded sun, somehow, slipped under the cover of the clouds that seemed determined to create an occlusion, and fell into my arms; only to set alight my fingers treading on the keyboard, whereuponContinue reading “What am I hiding? What am I seeking?: A poem”

Every day, is uncertainty like the Moon as she knows not where to go, drifting away like she does, from the Earth! Though I am an eternity in myself, I am not waiting for the tide (and I am astute that it will not take me!), even if I look at options and do notContinue reading “Even if I am alone…!: A poem”

Sometimes, I think that I am alone in the neighbourhood, like all my neighbours disappeared behind closed doors, and when they reappeared I’d see them like shadows on the walls, devoid of substance or undeserving of  mutual reciprocity. No, there is no insanity on the streets, only a bipolarism, I suspect! For, haven’t they discoveredContinue reading “What should I say is wisdom?: A poem”

Did I take the bridge between the profanities of this world and the sacred, where I find myself on a hill at the circumference, like Moses at the juncture of the telling code, being spelt from the bushfire, when he becomes spitfire to break the golden calf and spiro his Supernal legacies, if he hadContinue reading “Why is God waiting? Is there justice in unforgiveness?: A poem”

Seems like even the stars shadow play That is why they make the night their day I just remember that day, when I thought I’d walk away But I never made that change, I only came your way! A new country, that I found to dance and sway You know I always thought love andContinue reading “At what hour is eternity for you and me (my baby girl)?: A poem”