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| ***BIO*** Spiel is uncommonly comfortable taking us on journeys into deep secrets many share but find too personal or too dark to reveal. Passion and honesty are evident in his poems of conflict, quirky short stories and odd bits of art published in scores of independent press magazines. |
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| by Spiel |
| mummy wants to know:
can't i write something sweet? the poets in her schoolbooks wrote how beautiful their gardens were, the lilies and the freshcut buds of roses what it felt like to fall in love with the girls of their dreams can't i write like those classy poets in her schoolbooks? don't i know how much she loves me and wouldn't it be best for everyone if i could write like the poets in those old green books she keeps in her wedding chest? and wouldn't i like to see them? c'mon mummy don'tcha know those dudes in your crummy books fucked their bitches in their gardens mummy tweezers yanking rosethorns from their juicy pricks don'tcha know they had the stink of twatjuice reeking from their beards as they wrote those lover sonnets mummy mummy do you know i puke when i vibe on daddy humped on top of you and i pick up on the reek of his load when he nails you every night just one wall away from my bed and mummy it smokes my nuts mummy when i jerk off if i let that dirty fucker creep into my mind oh and mummy have you seen the purple crocus poking up its head through the glisten of the new snow just outside my bedroom window will you let me take you there |
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| Sept. 2006 |
| 67 |