a study toward sonnet #204 by FisherKingKQJ


Affirming by low laughs he aptly rolled
On me, his weight displaced to his elbows,
His pelvis humping dry my pelvis bold,
And teasing, his lips lightly gauging my nose.
At such times my eyes automatic close,
And open, his rapid, wild breath I track
Always ineptly fondling, and time slows
In ethereal scents and smells out of whack.
My love is certain in his wildcat knack
Of fascinating me, would not dismiss
My personal tragedies, there's no flak
Against my booboos, nor does he diss.
I lie with him on the ryegrass stop bank-
My flesh is delirious, my mind is blank.

{3D interactive chorus:}

I lie with him on the ryegrass stop bank.
I lie with him on the ryegrass stop ridge.
I lie with him on the ryegrass stop wall.

a study toward sonnet #203 by FisherKingKQJ

He pulled me close to him, and hips on hips
I reciprocated a ginger touch;
His tonguetip and lips assuaged my own lips,
I was in love in so far as, in as much.
So cherished, as myself, more than a crutch,
I leant back from my lower spine to appraise,
To flick some hair back, to savour his clutch
Accepting a fad or eternal craze.
He loved my selfless, samaritan ways,
My quickness to forgive all kinds of tripe
And further more it didn't fail to amaze-
At his loony mum I forwent a swipe.
He cupped the lacey outline of my breast
In trembling hand and warm it felt the best.

{3D interactive chorus:}

He cupped the lacey outline of my breast.
He cupped the lacey outline of my jug.
He cupped the lacey outline of my tit.

a study toward sonnet #202 by FisherKingKQJ

His hazel, glazed, contemplative eyes flicked
Up and into the thin laserlike beam
Of my own eyes; this moment he picked
With concern, his sorry self to redeem.
He needed a woman to bolster his esteem
In the world, there was a catch in his voice,
The tears which welled might as well teem,
I thought - I would be no one's second choice.
If he avoided girls, I'd eschew boys,
He would never look at an ash blonde,
Nor the other alchemical alloys,
A honey blonde or a platinum blonde.
His eyes must cherish strawberry blonde hair-
With a kiss I hear what I want to hear.

{3D interactive chorus:}

His eyes must cherish strawberry blonde hair.
His eyes must cherish strawberry blonde locks.
His eyes must cherish strawberry blonde tresses.

a study toward sonnet #201 by FisherKingKQJ

He insisted I give up the pretence,
But what he meant, actually, was my slant,
And he would pass or suspend sentence
On my apparent simple minded cant.
I bit my lower lip hard to stop a rant-
The salty, wet taste might've been blood salt,
I felt my lungs adopt a spasmodic pant
As he my motives continued to fault.
All my big dreams had been given a jolt-
All my massive plans of flying on cruise-
Destroyed by his hot, dismissive revolt-
That all women easily, often, bruise.
He couldn't stomach historic fellow
When our own history was splendid mellow.

{3D interactive chorus:}

He couldn't stomach historic fellow. SPADES
He couldn't stomach historic guy. CLUBS
He couldn't stomach historic man. DIAMONDS

a study toward sonnet #200 by FisherKingKQJ
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

The circumstance of prison is bizarre-
I wasn't a flight risk, my case would rest,
The nephew of Sheikh Bargin Bin Bazaar
Got me to sit his gyrocopter test.
My fake ID lead to his near arrest,
At Whenuapai I was handcuffed for fraud,
Aladdin's written English I addressed,
His prior swots at a licence were flawed.
By jumbo jets, belly dancers I'm awed...
His uncle's a brent crude oil billionaire
On the long-list for the cushion of Saud-
I'd co-pilot his automatic heir.
A good Samaritan I rot in gaol,
For belly dancers I landed in jail.

{3D interactive chorus:}

A good Samaritan I rot in gaol. SPADES
A good Samaritan I rot in detention. CLUBS
A good Sanaritan I rot in prison. DIAMONDS

a study toward sonnet #199 by FisherKingKQJ

I could feel his brutal and drunken gaze
In the battleground of frosted lights,
And washers and dimmers - it did not faze,
I did not fear his postures and sleights.
I'd become fed up with singleton nights,
Girlfriends had suggested a one night stand-
At a night club I got him in my sights,
He shouted bloody marys on command.
I took the pins and comb out slow and grand,
And sexily shook my chestnut hair loose,
He took off his cravat and signet band,
He gave my cellulite free cheeks a goose.
I heard myself anxiously baby cough,
My shimmering, bent leg was off the cuff.

{3D interactive chorus:}

My shimmering, bent leg was off-the-cuff.
My shimmering, bent leg was ad hoc.
My shimmering, bent leg was improvised.


[Editor's note: tramps, drag queens and limousine drivers, such as you and me, throw themselves at the glamour girl's feet.]

a study toward sonnet #198 by FisherKingKQJ

It seemed like a numbing movie or dream,
He forward bent and swiftly placed an arm
In the backs of my knees in the hem and seam,
He remarked my clear skin and inner calm.
Through the bra I felt his thumb and palm
Somewhat clumsily mould a turgid breast-
My loss of weight was no cause for alarm
Like a fasting labrat longevity I'd wrest.
Escape to our private beach and love nest!
My skirt puffed up round me in the eddy
As if a yellow parachute distressed-
He gripped my ribcage so calm and steady.
He carried me up the steps one by one-
Long before the GulfStream jet I'd been won.

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Long before the Gulf Stream jet I'd been won.
Long before the Gulf Stream jet I'd been seized.
Long before the Gulf Stream jet I'd been trophied.

There's still a lot of mileage left in this form of the sonnet. I think I could do another 30 before switching to an easier variant.

a study toward sonnet #197 by FisherKingKQJ

Here's me in the mouldy corner bedroom
Of Clarence Lodge picking me crusty snot,
Mr Maddox' grey satellite mushroom
That's bolted to weather boards of dry rot.
Me mercury fillings've turned me clot
For wild animals, league, gallop and pace-
Mr Maddox' avatar I've found the plot,
Since at the docks I was laid off in a brace.
Jesus too loves bureaucrats on my case,
I enjoy me enforced life of loafer ease,
I like me flagon and to get off me face,
Life is as sweet as this Herne Bay breeze.
Me self-penned greatest hits I love to busk-
Jesus and I heal the kind and the brusque.

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Jesus and I heal the kind and the brusque.
Jesus and I heal the kind and the gruff.
Jesus and I heal the kind and the offhand.

a study toward sonnet #196 by FisherKingKQJ

It obviously grated on him somewhat,
And his head moved into and then out
Of my personal space, he was on the spot-
He wished to kiss my arid, twitchy pout.
I rode the metaphysical drought
For a quick about turn watershed
Of our relationship - but how much clout
Did I have just as we were to be wed?
So with my taut, up tilted chin I lead-
Would he be faithful - only to me true?
At his touch I burst into flames instead,
Once frigid my passion for him burned blue.
I would wait on love's aromatic gas,
And his love in gestures upheld my guess.

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I would wait on love's aromatic gas.
I would wait on love's aromatic spirit.
I would wait on love's aromatic vapour.

The interactive song is only sung once through by the solo. It is repeated three times word for word by hybrid human voice/wind instruments. The chorus is opened by poker dice and the lucky star, a member of the Punters' Union, sings a line. An electronic paycheque is issued to the lucky star's prepaid mobile. The phone numbers themselves are "disposable" readings of poker dice ie phone number: KQJ JJQ QJK.
There is a disposable wind instrument not unlike a kazoo.

A study toward sonnet #195 by FisherKingKQJ

Would he my love for him always requite?
If I couldn't satisfy him in bed,
If infertility became my blight,
If my habits adjudged millstone or lead?
My feeling of selfloathing had now bred
A second self, and my fists in my lap
So as to contain anxiety,or dilute spread,
I slowly wrung: I was weak, in a flap.
And obviously needy, void, a sensual gap,
I felt my mouth twitch; but in a blink
He missed my narcisstic handicap:
Of perfect bulimia what would he think?
All the room might hear my racing pulse,
I drew a steady breath not to repulse.

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I drew a steady breath not to repulse.
I drew a steady breath not to appal.
I drew a steady breath not to disgust.

a study toward sonnet #194 by FisherKingKQJ

Her legs crossed, she gazed out the window pane
Of the carriage, her hem so slowly rode
Up her shapely thigh; she was absent again,
Such tedium her carnality always forbode.
My gaze her gaze attempted to decode,
The trunks which whizzed by, stands of trees
Which rolled by, the steady cumulus lode,
Her inner life wouldn't yield, wouldn't cease.
I could stand up and straighten a trouser crease,
I could walk off at sixty miles per hour,
I could do a u turn, drop to my knees,
I could not keep score of her every lour.
When she's garrulous our lives we fete,
And when she's philosopher all is freight.

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And when she's philosopher all is freight.
And when she's philosopher all is cartage.
And when she's philosopher all is tare.

a study toward sonnet #193 by FisherKingKQJ

A denial wouldn't inspire largesse
Nor reasoning inspire a happy house
They would only lead to more charges
Of infidelity and burst in rows.
We were terrible: I was such a louse
So unworthy, and he, an obtuse joke,
In company of my diaphonous blouse.
A man, he mind read that other bloke,
If I socially mixed with womenfolk
It would only be as level and aloof
If I gave my girlfirend a kindly stroke
I would be suspected a closet poof.
A white lie I was quite prepared to foist,
So that of life we both could make a fist.

{3D interactive chorus:}

A white lie I was quite prepared to foist.
A white lie I was quite prepared to attach.
A white lie I was quite prepared to invoke.

a study toward sonnet #192 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm wasted this summer on Herne Bay beach
On a tarred boatshed ramp I like to sleep
In me white undies out of high tide reach
My duffel bag my pillow large and deep.
Come autumn I'll hitchhike the civvy leap
To Christchurch from Paremoremo
A Pavlovs dog I've sown what I reap
So said a parole board screwed up memo.
I'll give me excercise yard walkman gizmo
To me babe who never calls me a midget
I'm Captain Blackbeard or Captain Nemo
She's a lapdancer with a tattoo'd widget
I love me freckled, hot bleachblonde babe-
I drool by rote to lick pinkbutton boob.

{3D interactive chorus:}

I love my freckled, bottleblonde babe.
I love my freckled, bottleblonde doll.
I love my freckled, bottleblonde squeeze.

a study toward sonnet #191 by FisherKingKQJ

To look at this girl was absolute bliss,
She didn't look twenty three, more a teen;
Her homely looks called for no artifice,
Her hair was braided as before, as clean.
This favoured hairstyle trapped her between
Woman and child in a tug'o'war zone-
Unconsciously, she'd primp and preen,
As if I'd never left this sleepy town.
But I managed to pull her on her own,
And she recognised me with a like dread,
The years had whizzed by, they'd flown,
So first I kissed her on the forehead.
Her voice was young, and devoid of garnish,
Her retro raw silk dress slightly garish.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Her voice was young, and devoid of garnish.
Her voice was young and devoid of affectation.
Her voice was young and devoid of manner.