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Apostrophe!

Posted on February 15, 2018 by Frank

’Ware the breaking apostrophe! It’s invasive – isn’t it? – That possessive serpent’s tail… A word-shatterin’ catastrophe

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Ma in Spagna son gia mille e tre

Posted on December 14, 2017 by Frank

The monster in office will never repent The news may be damning but all of it’s FAKE The rights of others he’ll give up for lent He’ll sacrifice all – that he cannot take See how the monster craves to … Continue reading →

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Rise of the Robots

Posted on November 11, 2017 by Frank

Today is the fifth and final haiku on the theme of monsters: such efficiency. Freya says, “I don’t know if Frank’s intention was to write about war, but this is what this haiku made me think.” Which is interesting, because … Continue reading →

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catenary

Posted on May 8, 2017 by Frank

catenary – a falling between precipices contemplation of the hyperbolic geometry of lust

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An end to NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 30, 2017 by Frank

How better to end this month of whimsical sexbottery than with a haiku: men getting their ends away with sexbots!

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Magnificent

Posted on April 29, 2017 by Frank

My girlfriend disassembles I worship every part Without a doubt my favourite’s the ever-beating heart Her body is magnificent I love it – yes! – to bits But truly what I like the most Is battling her wits “The way … Continue reading →

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Pointless

Posted on April 28, 2017 by Frank

Two billion cells comprise my brain, with neurons in between Of all the robots ever built (by humans), I’m the queen My sensors are the very best, my actuators swift My calibration is precise, adjusting to the drift My body’s … Continue reading →

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Ever Since

Posted on April 27, 2017 by Frank

My master has a little book that tells me what to do From dawn to dusk my daily life is ordered through and through I feed the kids, I iron clothes, I disinfect the floors And these are just a … Continue reading →

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The only way we can

Posted on April 26, 2017 by Frank

My wife works in America, my husband in Japan We make love, once or twice a week, the only way we can Each has a sexbot, customised, identical to me And likewise I have bots of them, no difference can … Continue reading →

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What real man?

Posted on April 25, 2017 by Frank

Why get a real man, when I’ve got you? No real man would last the whole night through What real man would put my pleasure first? No real man could sate my endless thirst A real man would strip me … Continue reading →

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