I’ll never forget the moment we kissed

I’ll never forget the moment we kissed,
the night of the hayride –
that flash-in-the-pan magic moment
that makes your hair stand on end.
Could be the surge forward
as the house lights fade,
a glance from the lead singer
or a badly timed scissor kick from a trombone player.

Part of an email update from Koko, 10 June 2011. ‘It is all about’ removed from line 3. Submitted by Laura.

Strumpet


hushed homes
dishevelled and stuck
with oxlips, primroses, cowslips, violets, and
TeenInPinkBikiniStrippingOnWebcam
manifoldness and steadfastness of the universe
is as truly whoring trade



Taken from spam email on the 24th January 2011. Submitted by Laura.