a study toward sonnet #265 by FisherkingKQJ


Bluff consent-
You now mine,
Malcontent
Yet benign.
Mien divine
Love enclave,
Gruff, supine,
Gaze you grave.
Love you gave
Me for quids,
Vibes that save,
Spared me skids.
Love you nude,
Love you brood.


Love you brood.
Love you ponder.
Love you mull.


{Proof of concept for interactive movies}

a study toward sonnet #264 by FisherKingKQJ


Judge Black-White is a ruddy hypocrite
For fining me two hundred buckeroos,
He cares not a drag queen periwigged whit
Outside bribes about unisex public loos.
I'd just finished my rolypoly poos
At Greenwoods Corner in ritzy Epsom-
The charge of exposure to me was news-
I haven't seen my pork since I was slim.
Judge Black-White, bigot, went out on a limb
To persecute me as test case obese-
He daintily banged a gavel on a whim-
It's me who's had gangrene up to the knees!
Look, I'm a jolly rolypoly poof
So the biddy had neither witness or proof.


Look, I'm a jolly rolypoly poof.
Look, I'm a jolly rolypoly homo.
Look, I'm a jolly rolypoly fag.


{Proof of concept for interactive movies.}

a study toward sonnet #263 by FisherKingKQJ


I'm telling you this as your best girlfriend
From way back - talking to your self image
In the mirrors, working up a script to rend
Him neutral can but end in a scrimmage.
What you need is a supernatural gauge
Of your obsessive love relationship;
I'm speaking to you now as sage to sage,
About Scorpio wriggling into Pluto's grip.
I see you by scented candlelight sip
A merlot, surrounded by photographs
Of you and him you want to halve and snip...
You liberate him with thoughts and laughs.
Obsessive thoughts now take the telepath
And you change him with love, not wrath.


And you change him with love, not wrath.
And you change him with love, not anger.
And you change him with love, not ire.


{Proof of concept for interactive movies.}

studies toward sonnets #261 and #262 by FisherKingKQJ


sonnet #261


Lesbian lank,
Bruises blue;
Piggy bank
Revenue.
Stand by man
Solo mum,
In the can
Welfare bum.
Crewcut dash,
Cock-a-hoop;
Tribad mash,
Toys in troop.
Rough and rash
Pump and droop.


Rough and rash.
Rough and careless.
Rough and haphazard.




sonnet #262 by FisherKingKQJ


Wastrel wings
Clipped to base-
Sad, she sings
Face to face.
Underpraise
Can love dull,
Note of grace
Earlobes scull.
Skirt of tulle,
Silk chemise,
Now annul
Brain disease.
Whatever was,
Less the loss.


Less the loss.
Less the cut.
Less the drop.


{Proofs of concept for interactive movies.}

a study toward sonnet #260 by FisherKingKQJ


You're as ambiguous as midnight and noon
And turn to simple craft or arcane art;
I'm oriented to the anxious false start,
If you leave won't be a moment too soon.
And tiny doses of your ways are a boon,
I can separate from the whole the part
I still love, it's impressed on my heart,
And I'm sure you too for a quarter moon.
In photos there are laughs and no to-do
The sky is indifferent even blue-
We can be calm in our skins evermore-
For others on a given solstice day;
As I preach an outrageous as a may,
You superimpose on after before.


You superimpose on after before.
You superimpose on after earlier.
You superimpose on after previous.


{Proof of concept for interactive movies.}

studies toward sonnets 258 and 259; revision of sonnet #218

sonnet # 258 by FisherKingKQJ

Your air kiss
For revel;
My low hiss
To level.
I, shallow
Faucet, seep;
You, callow
Safehole, steep.
Tubs we've cried,
Up till choke;
Wrinkled pride
Still we soak.
Clockwise screw,
Plug I you.


Clockwise screw.
Clockwise turn.
Clockwise wind.




a study toward sonnet #259 by FisherKingKQJ


Love plays out between Joshua and Rahab
At Ramallah casino, the stasis
For muslim horror and zion landgrab-
In blackjack they've both courted low aces.
And piped in trumpets deliver graces,
And her white, low cut halter is a bust,
A dealer strokes king, queen, jack two-faces
As she flicks card with card, I blush and lust.
And if the crapshoot dice cubes seem unjust
And if zero poker machines will crack,
Upstairs they mingle with the uppercrust,
Where a whale might sponsor her naked back.
Joshua and Rahab, who enchant the walls
Of Jericho - even masonry falls.


Of Jericho - even masonry falls.
Of Jericho - even masonry drops.
Of Jericho - even masonry tumbles.



revison of a study toward sonnet #217 by FisherKingKQJ


I forget
A white lie
She tells; I
Sometimes fret.
I love, yet;
Pound for pound;
Where we met,
I kiss ground.
Quick in deed,
Rich in thought,
Guaranteed
Fun onslaught.
She's the score
I adore.


She's the score.
She's the notch.
She's the tally.

a study toward sonnet t#257 by FisherKingKQJ


And so with you always, I'd lay siege
To citadels, palaces, and castles
Of kings, emperors, emirs, my liege,
All fell to our sabres and taut muscles.
And do you remember our great tussles-
That we subdued Lascaris the august,
Petrion's protostrator best of hustles
Of the countless potentates of bloodlust.
Philopation we reduced mouldy dust
And crowned a puppet ruler in his place,
So please now those spoils to me entrust,
Or any thoughts of you I will erase.
It's agape love of the second crusade,
Or back to the love of a fickle maid.


Or back to the love of a fickle maid.
Or back to the love of a fickle damsel.
Or back to the love of a fickle girl.


{Proof of concept for interactive movies.}

Hybrid poker machine jukebox.

a study toward sonnet #256 by FisherKingKQJ


To the workaday schedule you adhere,
But you'd like to sleep another half hour,
When your night owl ch'i is at a nadir
I rouse you sullen if not outright sour.
My mind read you can read, you've that power,
I can guess you toy with suicide by cop
Ahead of a blush in a steaming shower,
Where your black, crazy feelings you drop.
You've made bold career moves, but a prop
Or a walker for your spine you pine for
Too embarrassed to go over the top
To enquire for help more and more and more.
I've brought in latte bowls and mousetraps
On a tray to soothe away routine relapse.


On a tray to soothe away routine relapse.
On a tray to soothe away routine backtrack.
On a tray to soothe away routine falter.

a study toward sonnet #255 by FisherkingKQJ


I woke up for a change at the crack of dawn,
As you might recall, the birdsong chorus
Accompanying stretches and a yawn
And you caught the yawn with minimal fuss.
So there we were paralysed, the two of us
Infected and cross infected by peace
And yawns at trivial things we used to cuss
And I read your mind to do what I please.
I passed a shuffling tramp confined to ease
And yawned at him, then he at me yawned back
I sailed past an asthmatic on her wheeze
And yawned at her, then she at me yawned tack.
And round the world travelled the yawn bug
Disarming the bellicose and the smug.


And around the world travelled the yawn bug.
And around the world travelled the yawn disease.
And around the world travelled the yawn lurg.

a study toward sonnet #254 by FisherKingKQJ


I live for my Mickey Jockitch faux coat,
My peddlepusher stonewashed Chlamy jeans,
My leatherette PVD stole of stoat,
My Jackie Koo cork heels geared to teens.
My taste to designer labels now leans,
I don't make love for money, but I barter
My hourglass cameo shape on changing screens
For say, a St Vaunt one off silk garter.
Call me sugardaddy, I'm a starter
For a candy girl sitting on my knee,
For a lush call girl just that bit smarter,
Whose Turkish delight rings up sales tax free.
Voluptuous Venus, ran your saucy ad-
About young girls I'm crazy, if not mad.


About young girls I'm crazy, if not mad.
About young girls I'm crazy, if not bonkers.
About young girls I'm crazy, if not insane.

a study toward sonnet #253 by FisherKingKQJ


I can't forgive you - you remain the cause
Of my salty tears, and yet there's a void
In my life which overlooks all your flaws-
If you come back now, I'll be overjoyed.
In my position you would be annoyed,
Too, if you came home early from the job
And the fairy who loved you, who cloyed,
You Discovered osculating his knob.
You twisted your face, and you shot your gob
As you kneeled at a flat screen of mules
And tigons and ligers, a hybrid mob,
A wildlife of Gaelic or Aussie rules.
I'll adjust to your voyeuristic kink,
Every skyrocket love has a downlink.



I'll adjust to your voyeuristic kink.
I'll adjust to your voyeuristic deviance.
I'll adjust to your voyeuristic tangent.

a study toward sonnet #252 by FisherKingKQJ


Girls, you do know I never got a chance
To whittle that mummy's boy down to size;
I suggest you take a resolute stance
And reject a sheep in sheep's get up guise.
It doesn't matter how cutely he plies
If milk pours last into the cup of tea-
Then he's an apologist to despise,
Then he's back to front, then you're all at sea.
I copped a weak compromise as his plea:
He quartered my tea, firstly tea then milk
Then tea then milk - he poured saw-see,
What girl would be drawn to his tea bag ilk?
He sneaked an aspirin into the pot
As red crayfish boiled screaming hot.



He sneaked an aspirin into the pot.
He sneaked an aspirin into the tub.
He sneaked an aspirin into the urn.

a study toward sonnet #245 by FisherKingKQJ

Not every woman here is on the game,
It's in the stars that we have a quickie,
In fate we've no intrinsic sexual shame,
Venus in Pisces is nothing icky.
I'd say the same if I was that picky,
The new moon is in your money sector-
You'll triumph and close deals so tricky
Regardless of how your rivals hector.
And a spanish fly can be our vector
With sips of bordeaux from dewy crystal,
I'm no gold digging husband prospector
You surely by now fathom and distil.
I'm the front for an escort or a whore,
The receptionist who b oo kk ee ps the score.


I'm the front for an escort or a whore.
I'm the front for an escort or a hooker.
I'm the front for an escort or a prostitute.

a study toward sonnet #248 by FisherKingKQJ


I know this is the honest love meant
By self help manuals and agony columns
And hypnotists of such popular bent,
The glory grit of peaks and doldrums.
We reverted to early days as chums
And tickled each the other's funnybone
About breakfast in bed dry many crumbs,
And how it only just beats living alone.
And each gives the other time to atone,
Is fused in place by an urge to succeed;
I look out for him in the trouble zone
When plentiful signs warning he won't heed.
My pulse speeds up at the sound of his voice
Or laugh, and to love him it defies choice.


Or laugh, and to love him it defies choice.
Or laugh, and to love him it defies picking.
Or laugh, and to love him it defies selecting.

A few words about myself. My name is FisherKingKQJ, I was grievously wounded during the second crusade 1298 AD in Jerusalem; my military order is St John Ambulance and to this very day the St John Ambulance flags fly on the turrets of my castle in Malta. My business empire is a saltworks. In the mission to administer the Grail of everlasting life I've set aside 10% of every commission of 3D text for tv for the deaf charities and 10% of every commission of 3D photography for the blind charities.
Faithfully transcribed in the year of our Lord, 2004.
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a study toward sonnet #251 by FisherKingKQJ


I'm a dissembler, and never a cheat,
But you've made me just another number,
So take me off your Chinese menu sheet
And no longer shall I skulk and lumber.
I'd guess that you need someone dumber,
A moron or an idiot, and yet, I think
You do love me, your heart in a slumber,
Your ch'i unable to ease off the brink.
You've booted down or kicked up a stink
About my upcoming boys' only bash-
If I can't enjoy a friend and a drink,
Then I've calculated this our last pash.
You must've picked up as an amateur spy
That in u-turns and setbacks I'm not sly.


That in u-turns and setbacks I'm not sly.
That in u-turns and setbacks I'm not adept.
That in u-turns and setbacks I'm not wiley.

a study toward sonnet #250 by FisherKingKQJ


My trademark surly pout on the catwalk
My asexual boyfriend's street label chic
My towering anorexia are all the talk
Of tabloids as well as my twofaced clique.
I can count on you my friend, for a leak
To the media re the Spring catalogue
You can guess the gimmick by the squeak-
The bleached labrats haut couture flog.
I'm mad that rodents all the limelight hog,
Let alone their reattached stem cell dicks-
And then down puffs into this sterile bog
A weaponised wash powder in two ticks.
Vaseline and mascara for black eyes
To get the smokey look wifebeaters prize.



To get the smokey look wifebeaters prize.
To get the smokey look wifebeaters esteem.
To get the smokey look wifebeaters value.

a revision of love sonnet #20 by FisherKingKQJ

Her moods are limited yet they express,
If sad, she'll weep, if thrilled, too, she'll cry;
A doppel deed of lack and then excess,
Her blue redrimmed eyes beckon, yet decry.
Her smile's an icecold meteor flashing by,
Her giggle sidles quasars for their spin,
Her weight is twin suns offset in blue sky,
Her verve ends just as neutron stars begin,
Her secrets are white dwarves with gassy skin,
Her past is wormholes looking for a clue,
Her views are x rays from a blackhole bin,
Her diary reads a multiverse long due.
The Milky Way's desolving, sparkling twirl
Compares to quizzing blue eyes of my girl.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 twirl
o $10,000,000 roll
o $10,000,000 spin

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #249 by FisherKingKQJ


Your loaded silences and your vitriol,
Your belittlements of what I achieve,
Your vicious putdowns aimed at my soul,
They're but a few reasons I have to leave.
Life in a pressure cooker I won't grieve:
You put blame on others when you blunder,
Your manipulation makes me dry heave
And as conceit is your defence you thunder.
Acquaintances you have you tear asunder,
And lasting friendships are scarce,
You talk down to me as if a child, no wonder
Your fall back plan is a tantrum so fierce.
I'm leaving because of your cellulite
And as you're getting more and more uptight.



And as you're getting more and more uptight.
And as you're getting more and more difficult.
And as you're getting more and more neurotic.

a revision of a study toward sonnet #25 by FisherKingKQJ


In front of the television I fell asleep
And dreamed myself a stern metallic knight;
You yourself were an exiled castle-keep
Who'd brazenly laid siege in broad daylight.
Your braids under a wimple, you cut a slight
But tomboy figure at the trebuchet,
You rattled loud arrows honied for flight,
You shot me with a thorny rose bouquet.
Through loopholes I glanced your lovelorn foray-
The waterbowl rippled: I heard the taps
And scrapes of spades, I felt the castle sway-
Under the moat by tunnel you'd ferried saps.
Besotted and tremulous, I now yield
To you my chainmail, crossbow and shield.



Besotted and tremulous, I now yield.
Besotted and tremulous, I now cede.
Besotted and tremulous, I now waive.

a study toward love sonnet #247 by FisherKingKQJ


He was a gentleman, and he did what I asked
And he's...never returned a mobile text!
As I nodded off, he'd drowsily basked,
His arms behind head, perhaps oversexed.
I had a crush on him, but now I was vexed-
His taste in music and clothes was elite
He could anticipate whatever next
His flattery was low key and yet sweet.
Inside the cream duvet and white bed sheet
My ankles tapped his thighs to make him come,
So I could assume a more comfy neat
As I felt my calves go gangrenous numb.
As I passed him hot tears inside I shed,
On the escalators, our watershed.


As I passed him hot tears inside I shed.
As I passed him hot tears inside I freed.
As I passed him hot tears inside I loosed.

a study toward sonnet #246 by FisherKingKQJ


In the powder room of a small nightclub,
At the mirrors she wiped a lippy streak;
She'd studied me in the dancefloor hubbub,
My brunette looks had an urban mystique.
She said she could be bold where I was meek,
And licked my ear and kissed and licked my nape,
Her frenchkiss was far more than tongue in cheek,
Her backside was firm and a narrow shape.
She pushed up my bra and I hers to ape,
We rubbed raspberries till they pointed up,
She pushed me against a curtain or drape,
Her hand in my undies contoured a cup.
I'd only cuddled a girl once before that-
It takes three doubles to get into my twat.


It takes three doubles to get into my twat.
It takes three doubles to get into my box.
It takes three doubles to get into my pussy.

a study toward sonnet #244 by FisherKingKQJ


A geezer wiggled up through the sunroof
Of a red Bambina and pinched my butt-
On the motorscooters, slick yet aloof
Young leatherclad toughs winked me a slut.
Chin up, yet unwilling to walk eyes shut,
I wiggled past the other geezers' leer,
Across trattorie cobblestones I cut,
Amid arm and fistflexing lustful cheer.
A geezer with a midriff like a pear
And his pants belted halfway up his chest
Aloud whispered for everyone to hear
That I was heaven for a cardiac arrest.
My Relentino tube dress and flipflops
Like chianti and canapes were the tops.


My Relentino tube dress and flipflops.
My Relentino tube dress and heels.
My Relentino tube dress and sandals.

a study toward sonnet #244 by FisherKingKQJ


A geezer wiggled up through the sunroof
Of a red Bambina and pinched my butt-
On the motorscooters, slick yet aloof
Young leatherclad toughs winked me a slut.
Chin up, yet unwilling to walk eyes shut,
I wiggled past the other geezers' leer,
Across trattorie cobblestones I cut,
Amid arm and fistflexing lustful cheer.
A geezer with a midriff like a pear
And his pants belted halfway up his chest
Aloud whispered for everyone to hear
That I was heaven for a cardiac arrest.
My Relentino tube dress and flipflops
Like chianti and canapes were the tops.


My Relentino tube dress and flipflops.
My Relentino tube dress and heels.
My Relentino tube dress and sandals.

a study toward sonnet # 243 by FisherKingKQJ


I've been through a truckload of female flesh
It's goddesses and molls are my slam dunk
It's thrusting feminists with whom I mesh
And I've ballbusted the odd man while drunk.
I'll lay a frigid stone butch in a bunk
Who's generous with her pout and her tongue
I'll lay a dike king dressed as an executive hunk
Who'll double dildo my tight box and my bung
I'll lay a baby butch with lips bee stung
In fatigues and sorbet by the dollop
I'll lay them bluerinsed, botox'd or young,
I'll lay them cultured and prim or trollop.
As yet I've never found my Joan of Arc
But love isn't romance if not a lark.


But love isn't romance if not a lark.
But love isn't romance if not a hoot.
But love isn't romance if not a jig.