a study toward sonnet #382 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Screens

She coccooned herself in the mindset
Of being in love, the whole rigmarole
Of infatuation, and it made me sweat,
I wasn't an enormous comfort doll.
To her own informed opinion she'd skoal,
She had the biggest regard for my mind
Into which her own beliefs she'd cajole,
So I was suffused with love and refined.
So my ideas to idiots were assigned,
There was no wiggle room for agile debate,
For my looking glass self I sadly pined,
True love in a kiss he could delegate.
She was counsellor in love beyond belief,
But I found etiquette to be my brief.

She was counsellor in love beyond belief.
She was counsellor in love beyond dogma.
She was counsellor in love beyond faith.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 30/10/04.]

a study toward sonnet #381 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

She needs to fake it in a push up bra,
I'll gawk as I like at their for instance,
The pair arouse an onerous hurrah,
I'd leer the same way at saline implants.
A club soda and gin handholding grants,
A beer and whiskey chaser scores a kiss,
Two highballs can get me into her pants-
She's quite the prostitute of shouted piss.
If you're a man, you've stumbled on this-
She'll force you to retell her feeble joke
At her on the second date, or reminisce
You're that one in a trillion special bloke.
She got here about twenty minutes late,
Unforgivable for looks less than great.

She got here about twenty minutes late.
She got here about twenty minutes overdue.
She got here about twenty minutes tardy.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 30/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #380 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

The argument has left me sad and tired,
I fear a loneliness, and we agree
To disagree as we're hopelessly mired
And at odds in a wilful cap a pie.
She's certain that she knows me to a tee,
Yet hidden agendas are all her own,
Her decisions are selfish, me, me, me,
Her precious self esteem is overblown.
Enduring axioms I've certainly known:
On solely one person you can't depend,
That a moan is harmonised with a groan,
That a beginning is stacked on an end.
And I'll give her a due luxury massage,
Misunderstandings, not lies, the message.

And I'll give her a due luxury massage.
And I'll give her a due luxury knead.
And I'll give her a due luxury rub.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 29/10/04.]

a study toward sonnet #379 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

Aged fifty one, I got enlarged prostate
And I was made redundant from my job,
It can leave you depressed and postrate,
You can become a listless weeping slob.
At the public bidet I shook my knob,
I thought at first he gently took the piss,
He'd pay me bucks to shoot a creamy blob,
My big balls in porn videos couldn't miss.
I averred my modestly sized penis,
But he hired for benchmark specialty kicks,
I'd do the moneyshot, not poke or kiss,
I'd contribute with stunt cocks and bi chicks.
Above a sexy chick studs make a scrum,
On her tits I'll post a big wad of come.

Above a sexy chick studs make a scrum.
Above a sexy chick studs make a bunch.
Above a sexy chick studs make a cluster.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 29/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #378 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

We're sexy makeups as well as tantrums,
We're assertive, independent, strong willed,
Allergic to tedium, our hectic routine hums,
Our boisterous social life is well drilled.
We're sexually impulsive, always thrilled,
We chitchat one another's ear lobes off,
As seductive and heady we could be billed,
We dazzle our friends, and yet never scoff.
We lend a hand to others in the trough,
It's central to our ideological bonds
And fearful of loneliness we just doff
Inhibitions so that neither absconds.
But the depth of our love none can deduce,
One another we time and again seduce.

But the depth of our love none can deduce.
But the depth of our love none can figure.
But the depth of our love none can suss.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 28/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #377 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

His finger ran up and down my spine,
The discs turned a silent, tingling braille,
He pulled away when I was wet as brine,
As my heart beat rate rocketed up the scale.
I was puzzled, the situation hard to nail,
We'd cultivated lots of commonsense
And anything less than robust and hail
Would just temporarily make us tense.
I felt my eyelids bat at the suspense
As he teasingly clicked open a box,
A diamond ring sat in its velvet fence,
He worried that the bluish coloured rocks
Might offset my forget me not blue eyes,
As tears hung on my eyelids at the prize.

As tears hung on my eyelids at the prize.
As tears hung on my eyelids at the medal.
As tears hung on my eyelids at the trophy.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 28/10/04]

In this movie theatre 101 different nationals can sit side by side and hear and react to the movie in their own language and everyone is quite tuned into the semantic through the hexes, the dice of phasing. The security screens at the exits diagnose and cure cancers and kidney stones - this is how deliberate incompatibilty works according to Chapter 11 of Genesis, once the grime and patina of the Christian cargo cult are wiped away.

a study toward sonnet #376 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I'm not just looking to settle a score,
I want you to feel equalising distress,
Therefore I point up a misdemeanour,
And hope to basic reason you'll acquiesce.
Your sensibility I second guess
As calculated and nothing humble,
And material status symbols possess
Your chitchat as a prelude to rumble.
Your pitiful qualms instil by grumble,
To quintessential self you self confess,
The piles of love shiver and crumble,
And if it's sabotage, I'd cuss, not bless.
If I'm late now or then you can leave,
To collapse is better than to deceive.

If I'm late now or then, you can leave.
If I'm late now or then, you can depart.
If I'm late now or then, you can depart.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 28/10/04]

a mock up for a FAQ

Q. Do you use black magic?
A. Only occasionally. It looks too much like bad luck to be worth anything as vengeance. There was the gangster found on the back streets of Ponsonby after a war, and three or four other envious fellows who hurt me bad. Let's just say I can make an ambulance sixty seconds early or sixty seconds late.
Q. Do you use white magic?
A. All the time. Black magic is fatalistic whereas white magic is holistic. I was shown the following spell by time lords when I was six years old. It's the code for three dimensional tvs, teleporters and time machines going back to the first Council of Human Language at the tower of Babel about 100, 000 BC. Some people call them hexes, other people call them dice.
abacad ab raj
ebeced eb rex
ubucud ub rul
I'm talking real magic here, not the Christian cargo cult. The printer's alphabet bricks are dipped in petrol, stacked and set alight, so creating printer's ink and movable type. That is the true meaning of the tower of Babel.

a study toward sonnnet #367 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I tabbed into the unfortunate hunch
That she didn't hanker after my man,
She just wanted my life, or to crunch
Me down flat as a kooky-kola can.
I spied on them canoodling in his van,
I nearly shuddered aloud in their shade;
I turned into a mess and I looked wan
And listless, my appetite was waylaid.
In a drunken stupor and yet dismayed,
I dreamed up for myself a six foot hunk-
Against such sly minxes he inveighed,
For such a ladykiller I did a bunk.
From his hazel eyes I took a sweet hint,
I loved his natural or lightbulb glint.

From his hazel eyes I took a sweet hint.
From his hazel eyes I took a sweet inkling.
From his hazel eyes I took a sweet tip.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 27/10/04.]

a study toward sonnet #373 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I pondered my marriage versus divorce,
If I could do something to make it work,
We were stubborn, shouting hoarse,
And vying for attention as if beserk.
Unsolicited mutual advice would irk,
As would an occasional flagrant flirt,
And in overbearing critiques would lurk
A spoilt, loud crybaby, ever alert.
We would feed each other fearful dirt
And mantra us losing what we've got,
And lately we've become resentful curt
In our moods and oversensitive hot.
As I'm pressured, I pile on guilt trips,
And as she does, too, imbalance tips.

As I'm pressured, I pile on guilt trips.
As I'm pressured, I pile on guilt escapades.
As I'm pressured, I pile on guilt journeys.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp 26/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #372 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

[The characters in the following sonnet are imaginary and any passing resemblance to either persons living or dead is purely coincidental.]

I'm getting my pendulous breasts reduced
So as to get a few things off my chest,
I think it's about time you were seduced
Into my first and last suckle fest.
I've not been immune to your blatant jest,
Your crude comments were a peculiar thrill,
My saucerlike aureoles harden and crest,
Go on, in my cleavage lap to your fill.
My shoulder blades ache and bra straps kill,
I've got fungus infections in a fold,
But go on, you runt, on my paps dry swill,
This momentous day I won't bitch or scold.
Our love flits transient as adult mayflies,
Farewell forever now we say byebyes.

Farewell forever now we say byebyes.
Farewell forever now we say adieus.
Farewell forever now we say tatas.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 26/10/04. It goes almost without saying that I own the ip for the relatively easier sonnet rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat, F flat, G flat.]

a study toward sonnet #374 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

In love we were complete, together bold,
And steady, faithful for years, a spark
Of passionate heat in a bedsheet fold,
Till I rolled away from him in the dark.
Now I'm a platonic friend, it's a lark
To be lucidly envious of this girl,
To visit them both as counsel and nark,
So unsure how dynamics will unfurl.
When memories so pleasantly swirl,
It's frequently of a kiss or a hug,
But his presence makes me want to hurl
At him a platter or a coffee mug.
As slow and sure as continental drift
Insinuated boredom itself as a rift.

As slow and sure as continental drift.
As slow and sure as continental bearing.
As slow and sure as continental wander.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 25/10/04.]

a study toward sonnet #374 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

In love we were complete, together bold,
And steady, faithful for years, a spark
Of passionate heat in a bedsheet fold,
Till I rolled away from him in the dark.
Now I'm a platonic friend, it's a lark
To be lucidly envious of this girl,
To visit them both as counsel and nark,
So unsure how dynamics will unfurl.
When memories so pleasantly swirl,
It's frequently of a kiss or a hug,
But his presence makes me want to hurl
At him a platter or a coffee mug.
As slow and sure as continental drift
Insinuated boredom itself as a rift.

As slow and sure as continental drift.
As slow and sure as continental bearing.
As slow and sure as continental wander.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 25/10/04.]

a study towards sonnet #375 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

With loving persistence I'd tamed the brute,
He'd softened from so arrogant to brash,
In a short while he was abrasive cute,
I could've pledged love to him in a flash.
His insolent eyes recalled our first pash,
A spare, opportune second of lips on lips,
I played face value disposable rash,
I slinked away from his demanding grips.
My solid love wore him down at the hips,
He baffled from harangues to growls,
From overblown sneers to subtle pips,
From furious rampages to impatient prowls.
You could call me a human punching bag,
His outsize training gloves were full of rag.

You could call me a human punching bag.
You could call me a human punching kit.
You could call me a human punching sack.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme sheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 25/10/04]

The archetype disposable mob phone number is: KKK QQQ JJJ KQJ
The mob phone itself is a folding plastic transistor screen with a solar panel on the back and shaped like a leaf.

a study toward sonnet #371 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I love you because you're so easygoing,
You're openminded, out for a good time,
You're generous up to overflowing,
You're lady treatment delicious sublime.
Quiet nights or wining and dining are prime,
You're a gas and financially secure;
And your own characteristics here chime:
You're bubbling Rubenesque beauty allure,
You're slow love affair which will endure,
You're brilliant cuddles or improvised dash,
You're jest on a professor's sincecure,
I love you as you're a cook with panache.
I was dreadfully lonely sometimes, too,
I wish on all singletons, now, we two.

I was dreadfully lonely sometimes, too.
I was dreadfully lonely sometimes, also.
I was dreadfully lonely sometimes, ditto.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 24/10/04]

a study toward sonnet # 370 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens.

The judge wore a lovely white curly wig,
And a pleated cotton black maxi dress,
As drag queens go, the bench is the gig,
But burglary has moments nonetheless.
Before the sex change op I was a mess,
I was a girl in a boy trapped and in jail,
My catalogue of theft went into recess,
I dug up a stash to make eighty grand bail.
A doctor in Singapore cut me a shemale,
The judge would besot at my new mugshot,
So my lawyer worked the compo pay scale,
Cruel solitary confinement our grot.
He pleaded the cross dressing judge recuse,
And mince for a week in my ballet shoes.

He pleaded the cross dressing judge recuse.
He pleaded the cross dressing judge decline.
He pleaded the cross dressing judge quit.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 24/10/04]

a study towards sonnet #370 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

The judge wore a lovely white curly wig,
And a pleated cotton black maxi dress,
As drag queens go, the bench is the gig,
But burglary has its moments, nonetheless.
Before the sex change op I was a mess,
I was a girl-in-a-boy trapped and in jail,
My catalogue of theft went into recess,
I dug up a stash to make eighty grand bail.
A doctor in Singapore cut me shemale,
The judge would besot at my new mugshot,
So my lawyer worked the compo pay scale,
Cruel solitary confinement out grot.
He bid the cross dressing judge recuse,
And mince for a week in my ballet shoes.

He bid the cross dressing judge recuse.
He bid the cross dressing judge decline.
He bid the cross dressing judge quit.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 24/10/04 ]

a study toward sonnet #369 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Screens

I loved him so! I pulled my eyes away,
I was intuitive much more than vain,
I felt his gaze loll on my cleavage sway,
But he was the only fellow on my brain.
He crested and dipped between disdain
And overjoy, he'd kiss me hard or deft
On the lips, or his palm on my ribs train
And tease no further to leave me bereft.
He'd lean and loll a bar stool right or left,
Which under us he'd cavalierly whisk,
Across his boney knee my bum he'd heft,
A jaunty third leg being a pleasing risk.
As from my forehead he caressed a bang
My palpitating heart felt the yin and yang.

As from my forehead he caressed a bang.
As from my forehead he caressed a lock.
As from my forehead he caressed a tress.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 23/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #368 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

You're dedicated, aware, awfully bright,
You love animals near as much as kids,
You're sagacious in sorting wrong from right,
You overachieve often but don't skite.
When I imploded and fell from a height
In ruinous finances, you lent me an ear,
You got me past the fraudsters sleight,
Into the black by the end of the year.
I learnt how arbitrage and margin calls sear,
I'm not the gauche moron I used to be.
And the love hit me as redemptive cheer,
Somehow I collapsed into you and me.
I put faith in your correcting algebra,
For now at least our love is mardi gras.

I put faith in your correcting algebra.
I put faith in your correcting geometry.
I put faith in your correcting probability.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 23/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #366 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

The gold letters were chic and minimal
On window panes of Petite Choux et Scion,
Irridescent sheen and subliminal
Were dummy culottes to keep an eye on.
Madam was a latter day Pygmalion,
Her short piccolo jacket was pinstriped,
Me mannequin she entreated to don
Again so understated and not hyped.
Against the twill ruche bustier I griped
For being too tight - I saw a passerby
Look in, by his lovely face I was swiped,
I reflected - he was not looking to buy.
Love happens at first sight by surprise,
We can only superimpose and surmise.

Love happens at first sight by surprise.
Love happens at first sight by amazement.
Love happens at first sight by wonder.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 23/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #362 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

It was my level best and aloof pose-
A girl has her self respect to keep in mind,
I wasn't a chameleon who forgoes,
Who goes into a masterplan purblind.
Some cold aloof looks I got back in kind,
And worse, his eyes as cold as hailstones
Became remote and narrowed as if rind,
And his words couched in damning tones.
He's manipulative - something he disowns,
He's a bright rain forest poison dart frog,
A stomach which aggregates and loans
Some stupor to female mind in a fog.
I'd fallen in love with him way too soon,
He signaled by lip lock that I was a boon.

I'd fallen in love with him way too soon.
I'd fallen in love with him way too early.
I'd fallen in love with him way too promptly.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat 23/10/04]

Won't be long now - the senors and senoritas in Havana will be saying Lucky Letica brought home the bacon. ;) ;) ;)

a study towards sonnet #361 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

She was inspired by almost anything,
Her mediocre verses were so replete
With trite personifications the zing
In flora and fauna devolved to cheat.
She made enormous effort to repeat
Prejudices in a closed, rotating loop,
No second opinion could a first defeat,
Or wake from illusion, or blinkered dupe.
Invited by her curves, I jumped a hoop
For her, I fell in love with her, I sought
To coddle her, to penetrate her lies,
To manifest her real self under wrought.
I'm a compromised fellow, I profess,
I sacrifice for true love, nonetheless.

I'm a compromised fellow, I profess.
I'm a compromised fellow, I affirm.
I'm a compromised fellow, I declare.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat 22/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #358 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

She was a skinny girl with yellow hair,
And by her side walked a yellow labrador,
The morning sky was pinch blue chilly air,
And if that's chocolate box, then I adore.
Her dog held up to me his obedient paw,
He gave me a pointer to the shopping mall,
I fancied his mistress in bed in the raw,
I had a zimmer frame and wherewithal.
My niche is endemetriosis with gall,
I very much like to stroke a girlie's slot,
Her yellow shot silk sheets put me in thrall.
I took her from behind in doggie style,
She barked out orders both sexy and vile.

I took her from behind in doggie style.
I took her from behind in doggie mode.
I took her from behind in doggie vogue.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies 22/10/04,
using the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat.]

a study toward sonnet #357 by FisherKingKQJ

I stammered, then I dissipated mute,
Denied by nerves a punishing remark-
In crisis what I wouldn't give to shoot
A crooked long blue electric spark.
Still, I shot my ideas back into the dark-
I chose to be dumb as opposed to glib
Or stilted in a battle quick and stark-
I took the properties of dampened squib.
His ticklish tiny pokes of my lower rib
Exemplified it: an odd way to show care,
Infuriating when used to hide a fib-
He did apologise, we're back a pair.
I walked out on him, I slammed the door,
There mustn't be repartee boor to boor.

I walked out on him, I slammed the door.
I walked out on him, I slammed the gate.
I walked out on him, I slammed the wick.

[Which is what I mean by wicked. Proof of concept for interactive movies 21/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #356 by FisherKingKQJ

We wear matching red lycra tracksuits,
We play with fluffy sky blue teddy bears,
On little trumpets we duet tinny toots,
We roll in bread slices asparagus spears.
In the medicine cabinet, if anyone peers:
His painkillers next to hers dental floss,
My tampons, liners, antithrush brushware,
As in circuit training out tragic stars cross.
We cuddle each other, and there's no boss,
We live for one another through adage,
A drunk driver who didn't give a toss,
Me, downes', mad on a trial mixed marriage.
His brain damage is a wonderful find-
Some people are so bigoted and unkind.

His brain damage is a wonderful find.
His brain damage is a wonderful discovery.
His brain damage is a wonderful revelation.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies. 21/10/04]

a study towards sonnet #353 by FisherKingKQJ

I'd got my girl wrong, on second looks
She wasn't difficult, she didn't demean,
She wasn't servile to my finger crooks,
She never ever made a public scene.
Her tremulous antennae soul had been
Compromised as to make us look good,
I could see that, now, but I would wean
Myself off sycophancy where I stood.
The disparity made me feel a hood,
No, more a patsy, an accessory maddened
By her assumption - even that I could
Become her bullying phantom saddened.
Her marriage plans she started to wigwag,
I put on my skates and did a zigzag.

Her marriage plans she started to wigwag.
Her marriage plans she started to indicate.
Her marriage plans she started to signal.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies 20/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #352 by FisherKingKQJ

You strode away from me in such a huff,
Your kindly butler dusted my chauffeur free
Of unsightly shoulder and lapel dandruff,
I reminisced your civil union to me.
Our champagne lifestyle was an apogee:
Your cool green Cerpes crocodile clutch,
My khaki Cerpes cayman handbag agree,
Our sequinned slingbacks are a subtle touch.
Sometimes we'll bounty incognito dutch,
Two old money heiresses buying up cheap,
Cash down, no questions about how much,
Nor do we much fuss on purchase upkeep.
I didn't know our servants got on so well,
You'll be back soon, and we'll be swell.

I didn't know our servants got on so well.
I didn't know our servants got on so great.
I didn't know our servants got on so nicely.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #351 by FisherKingKQJ

So she took my hand off her slender thigh,
I smoothly changed gear into overdrive,
The fenced countryside began to race by,
Her dimpled smile made me feel so alive.
On the favours of sexy girls I really thrive,
I work the time zones for a nice breakfast,
So always on schedule we might arrive
And have ourselves a hedonistic blast.
She had an enigma about her she cast
As in seduce, and attractively primp,
And then withdraw her energies at last
Call it a style perhaps or teasing crimp.
I'll dump her for sure, it'll look callow.
Crop rotation insures against fallow.

Crop rotation insures against fallow.
Crop rotation insures against barren.
Crop rotation insures against sterile.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #350 by FisherKingKQJ

What's the bright idea of a peeping moth
On a fly poo marked lightbulb, you ask;
Here in the bathroom I'll give you the froth,
You glitzy butterflies who pin me to task.
A juvenile with growing pains might bask
In a steaming porcelain suds filled bathtub-
And off comes the bumfluff civilised mask
As he gives his new pubic hairs a scrub.
And his immersed skin completely the sub
Turns wrinkled as ballbag under thingy,
And when it's given to thoroughly rub
On his tummy white spoof poaches stringy.
Now, butterflies, you can shade me in dull,
My nature study gives you cause to mull.

Now, butterflies, you can shade me in dull.
Now, butterflies, you can shade me in lacklustre.
Now, butterflies, you can shade me in obtuse.

[This sonnet is X rated...you know I wouldn't hurt a
painted apple moth. L$L$L$L$L*.* ]
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #348 by FisherKingKQJ

I was enflamed by her teasing kisses,
My goosebumps tingled lots with carnal heat,
And even sundry and searching near misses
Beneath my chin were oddly plum and neat.
Her fingers were long, thin, expert and fleet,
They fumbled to open my gingham shirt,
My palm responsive tantalised her teat,
Inside her burberry blouse close to hurt.
A time I'd admired a solitary tress
Upon her nape which lit up with sunlight,
Aesthetics of which she was unaware,
Reflective surfaces all out of sight.
And yet the moment came when she turned
To smile a smile I willed on her and yearned.

And yet the moment came when she turned.
And yet the moment came when she rotated.
And yet the moment came when she spun.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies 18/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #343 by FisherKingKQJ

He caressed, moulded, shaped their peaks
Through my blouse with his thumbs and palms,
My bra straps got two short assuring tweaks,
He tasted my lobes and their juniper balms.
My babe embraced me in his sinewy arms,
He kissed me quick, then lingered the last,
My heart raced, my brain persevered its qualms,
And I hungered a french kiss to crack the fast.
He whispered mute nothings into the blast
Of Mission Bay breeze into a ticklish lobe,
Two lineskaters in hotpants zigzagged past,
We pondered our future on a glass bouy globe,
The tide was out and dinghys were silt strewn,
My love, as if driftwood, was smoothly hewn.

The tide was out and dinghys were silt strewn.
The tide was out and dinghys were silt cast.
The tide was out and dinghys were silt pitched.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies 18/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #347 by FisherKingKQJ

My husband was the alpha male I sought
Out as an undergraduate: nicely groomed,
With a promising career, he who thought
The globe of me, a rosy future loomed.
However, six years on, we've both subsumed
Our energies in over work, we're both
Like cadavers who have been exhumed
To the breakfast table in rigid troth.
The white spectre of divorce is loathe,
Perhaps we shouldn't work so far apart,
Perhaps we should toil as one under oath,
Perhaps losses are best cut for a start.
It's a brawler's tic that he's not win-win,
Whereas I roll to save my pretty chin.

It's a brawler's tic that he's not win-win.
It's a brawler's tic that he's not triumph-triumph.
It's a brawler's tic that he's not victory-victory.

[Second proof of concept for interactive movies 17/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #342 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm completely sold on values feng shui,
The geomancy of a dry rot townhouse
An unfolded futon brings within cooee
As speculation only sleeps to carouse.
In real estate you've got to have the nous
To dolly up some plastic girl mannequins
In panties and microminis, to espouse
A bachelor pad to mental manikins.
So, one dummy has spreadeagled her pins
On an airconditioning carpet vent,
As the other dummy come hither grins,
Her ch'i on a dehumidifier bent.
House sweet home: unblocked by caress
Of wind up knickers in a cocktail dress.

House sweet home: unblocked by caress.
House sweet home: unblocked by brush.
House sweet home: unblocked by stroke.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies 17/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #341 by FisherKingKQJ

My love is sugar, and not saccharine,
He's introspective, and not comatose,
He's thick red blooded, and not warfarin,
He's elegant and not statuesque in pose.
He's carefully invoked, and not morose,
He's rugged good looks, and not pretty boy,
He's one thing at a time, and not gross,
He's rich, and not a heap of carat or troy.
He's gentlemanly mannered, and not ploy,
He's consistent, and a stranger to season,
He's experimental, and will not toy,
He's loyal, and not given to high treason.
My love is the sugar in cane or beet,
His lips enforce a ferment hot and sweet.

His lips enforce a ferment hot and sweet.
His lips enforce a ferment hot and candied.
His lips enforce a ferment hot and nectarous.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies. One of the good things about having written so many sonnets is it frees me up to produce and promote local NZ artists.]

a study toward sonnet #342 by FisherKingKQJ

The lecture is: evolutionary edge
Of a comely, voluminous bust,
The back up nipple as disaster hedge,
The efficacy of in your face lust.
Strap on a lace brassiere won't you just
To understand the outsize baby brain,
Unhinge maternity cups, get it sussed,
Into your mouth an aureole train.
The survival of the fit is the vein
Of claustrophobic sportsbra and pants,
If hardbitten boobs arouse to chillblain,
A protein fed nipple always decants.
Enjoy, if boobs were hidden in armpits,
They'd be as tiny and hard as date pits.

They'd be as tiny and hard as date pits.
They'd be as tiny and hard as date grains.
They'd be as tiny and hard as date seeds.

a study toward sonnet #340 by FisherKingKQJ

I was prone to unrequited love pangs,
Unconsciously I betrayed myself keen,
I loved more than life her auburn bangs
Which shone as if shot silk threaded sheen.
Ambiguous words she mistook for mean,
But falling in love was no crazy deed-
An inkling of love she started to glean,
I flicked down my eyes so she couldn't read.
We bumped into each other, spirits freed,
I became her, she me, I felt contused
My heart was still at war, this much agreed,
In the mirror my sweet face played amused.
I flicked a tress back, I brushed my waist,
A handsome man behind my shoulder paced.

A handsome man behind my shoulder paced.
A handsome man behind my shoulder sauntered.
A handsome man behind my shoulder walked.

a study toward sonnet #339 by FisherKingKQJ

I was enraged: he was so insincere,
He'd stirred up latent envy that I felt
Towards slender copper red heads, and there
Was one on his arm, she was sweetly svelte,
And the second brutal blow I was dealt
That soiree - my young escort liked to swear,
I found, and he put my hand on his belt
To tidy his shirt flap and called me dear.
The couple dimpled smiles to give me cheer,
I wished to give them two finger salutes
Or thumb my nose at them to signal a jeer-
I blew a kiss back - they were in cahoots.
The hand on my hip dropped to my backside,
To churn up envy, I went for the ride.

The hand on my hip dropped to my backside.
The hand on my hip dropped to my posterior.
The hand on my hip dropped to my rear.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

Getting down to nuts and bolts...this is the nut and bolt system with the hex nut showing either three facets like a poker machine, or six facets like a honey bee in its chamber, honey bees ruled by the numbers 3 and 6.

a study toward sonnet #338 by FisherKingKQJ

I chanced upon his internet romance
And looked up a schedule of rendez vous,
And looking back, our amour stood no chance,
An inkling call it, colour it deja vu.
I was miffed, I thought aloud, screw you, too,
I keyed the doors and bonnet of his saloon,
Off flew wing mirrors to bid him adieu,
A pinprick aired his steering wheel balloon.
His freaky accident couldn't be too soon,
I pigged out on a swiss roll full of cream,
A hard done by gorm had done in a poltroon-
I chose to cram my face instead of scream.
Another girl would lacerate his cock...
My cheating ex had lucked into a shock.

Another girl would lacerate his cock.
Another girl would lacerate his organ.
Another girl would lacerate his pecker.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #337 by FisherKingKQJ

You checked telecom didn't have a fault
On the line, you've inundated my voicemail
With whingeing pleas - it's a passive assault
From a spurious life, and to no avail.
You're infatuated with me, your legs quail,
But you don't have the balls to outright stalk;
I've been with bitchy girls, so I won't wail
Your unwelcome attention, let alone balk.
I switched the answering machine to talk
To you, handset to handset: girls who cry
Then move on trump girls who postures hawk,
Please don't quit your friends for a love awry.
Perhaps now and then we could be in touch,
I want to be loved - but not as a crutch.

Perhaps now and then we could be in touch.
Perhaps now and then we could be in contact.
Perhaps now and then we could be in graze.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #335 by FisherKingKQJ

Up bubbles water from tectonic plates,
Produced by the black-hole-in-white-dwarf core,
Adventurous tourists find their soulmates
Effervescing a friendly foreign shore.
Though acclimatisation was a chore
For either of us, in from Qatar we flew
Aboard a red carpet we banked to soar,
Two hooded falcons as our makeshift crew.
Arab coffee is a strong, precious brew
Just as long as your feet don't touch the ground-
I felt some guilt at what he went through,
As back to front books I judged were sound.
We've both sworn off a bubbling hookah pipe,
All year we eat coconuts, dates too, ripe.

We've both sworn off a bubbling hookah pipe.
We've both sworn off a bubbling hookah cylinder.
We've both sworn off a bubbling hookah tube.

a study toward sonnet #334 by FisherKingKQJ

[Characters in this love sonnet are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.]

My husband's a linesman down to a fault,
Attuned to a whisper or else a boom,
His phone taps fill a term deposit vault,
So twelve volumes of literature loom.
For a chapter I hunt losers to groom
As an uncredited chunk of my brainchild,
In my top to bottom novelist zoom
Of complex people on floppy disc filed.
Jack's a gentleman who rarely gets riled,
He's the homeless miser lead of The Book
Who by Miss X, I, into a gigolo is styled-
A socially engineered schizo is the hook.
He pulls welfare cheques from a thermos flask,
In four star spa tubs we blow farts and bask.

In four star spa tubs we blow farts and bask.
In four star spa tubs we blow farts and glow.
In four star spa tubs we blow farts and shine.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #333 by FisherKingKQJ

Perhaps we see each other to squabble,
Such quality time is tremulous brief,
In factor the world's tearshape and wobble
As I ask you to turn over a leaf.
Displays of affection always reign chief,
If gift flowers reciprocate foot rubs,
We could face up to and dismantle grief
Built up on our sulks and tactical snubs.
I can see past your aggregate flubs
To piled high flubs of my own, so I plead
An apology, I mouth the sense in dubs.
Believe: in rain or drizzle, in hail or sleet,
You're so imperfectly perfectly sweet.

You're so imperfectly perfectly sweet.
You're so imperfectly perfectly candied.
You're so imperfectly perfectly luscious.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #332 by FisherKingKQJ

I rolled out my union jack in the melee
And posted my upturned trilby on it,
I strummed at my red plastic ukelele
To drum up all the shrapnel that would fit.
My busking was an universal hit
With a sugary young polynesian thing
Who popped bubblegum and worried a zit
As passersby looked for shrapnel to fling.
Before an hour she presented her sting-
She asked me for her Mangere bus fare,
Instead I sheltered her under my wing,
At my family trust owned penthouse lair.
Some say that I'm an old crook on the lam-
It's the cross I wear as Jesus the lamb.

It's the cross I wear as Jesus the lamb.
It's the cross I wear as Jesus the dove.
It's the cross I wear as Jesus the fish.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #331 by FisherKingKQJ

With you I've had such a wonderful time,
My disposition to tantrums and fits
Has vanished, each moment sublime
Has rallied with calm sweetspot hits.
You've got charm, substance, integrity, glitz,
All people compliment your laidback style,
When your back is turned noone omits
A detail, your name always summons a smile.
I write this love note with no intended guile,
To broadest assessment I must defer,
I hope this will impassion, and not rile-
That your spin and character I refer.
Judge me love crazed, invoke a precedent,
Of your fan club I'd be the president.

Judge me love crazed, invoke a precedent.
Judge me love crazed, invoke a format.
Judge me love crazed, invoke a template.

a study toward sonnet #330 by FisherKingKQJ


You're obstinate, mean, and you often score
Some quisling points against your own team,
And what the blazes makes you think I'll thaw-
Do you want to hear my safety valve scream?
Long after you've argued your trivial theme,
Long after I've submitted, so as to keep
The peace, you let off massive puffs of steam,
You meme your chant or else rant as if deep.
Into my clenched heart break up clauses seep,
Though now my silent treatment can appease,
Though in front of you no tears dare I weep,
Some marriage counsellor can broker peace.
You know precisely what it's like to hurt,
I know your circumstance, I might blurt.

You know precisely what it's like to hurt.
You know precisely what it's like to agonise.
You know precisely what it's like to suffer.

FAQ mock up for 3D interactive movies

Q. What proof have you that you're the greatest lyric poet ever?
A. Petrarch wrote 317 love sonnets - I've written 323 so far and fully intend by the end of 2005AD to have published a book '1001 Love Sonnets'. The form is strict and the hierarchy rigid.
Q. Computers have have made you a magi?
A. On the contrary, I live by the dictum that a change is as good as a rest, so white boards, blackboards, notebooks all have their place. If I took myself more seriously I'd convert 333 dice cubes into alphabet blocks.
Q. Could a computer write a poem?
A. I've read many lousy poems over the years, I think a 486 would be up to it.
Q. Why is the computer language you use aural?
A. The Tower of Babel was the first computer. Like a lot of people I was silly and waited for scientists to say yes, the brain is always growing brain cells, after all. Plato wrote his Dialogues in verse and I always enjoyed chanting the multiplication tables hypnotically in class.
Q. What is your take on 3D?
Parallax is a waste of time. 3D is created by community and it can be recreated on a single layer plastic screen purely through frames per second, as in 60 fps or 120 fps, or 180 fps.

a study toward sonnet #327 by FisherKingKQJ

He angled at me a chilly, polar stare
As I ran my tongue along my dry lips,
I'd taken the occasion to prepare
A speech full of powerful positive tips.
I froze up, the situation gave me the yips,
And if I started to hear my own voice
My stammer would recommence to eclipse
The sense, I'd be labeled girl-who-annoys.
A jetski and motorboat were his toys,
He flybuyed Vegas conventions for a week,
He must be so used to feminine ploys,
I thought, he'd want sophisticated chic.
He'd lain on a towel on the phoney beach,
To beancount the drops on bikini peach.

He'd lain on a towel on the phoney beach.
He'd lain on a towel on the phoney longshore.
He'd lain on a towel on the phoney strand.

a study toward sonnet #326 by FisherKingKQJ

St Thomas, St Padre Pio, are my saints,
And Pug Puffer's walk in wardrobe
Of low carb models a young man acquaints
With lingerie which is worth a finger probe.
In Lake Alice I tuned into ear lobe,
I daydreamed lady doctors in swimwear
My smoke rings caressed a lycra microbe,
How I would prove to them I was not queer.
And doctors Cindy, Mindy, Lindy, swear
By the backless one piece or tankini,
Interns Candy, Mandy, Sandy more veer
To halter neck or bandeau bikini.
For brainy chicks who are photogenic
My heart is stethoscope schizophrenic.

For brainy chicks who are photogenic.
For brainy chicks who are gorgeous.
For brainy chicks who are stunning.

a study toward sonnet #325 by FisherKingKQJ

It's my girlfriends with whom I like a laugh,
On whom I count for a second opinion,
They're consistent, unlike my better half
Who treats me as a goddess or a minion.
Flat whites and frappes are our dominion
At a long bench under a parasol,
Confiding icky or cool, no stoic pinion
Or bashfulness, or macho rigmarole.
Each so different, precious, each one a doll
We cuddle each other, others' tears wipe,
Shed joyful or sad, or we take a poll
As to what is anguish, or what is tripe.
Sure, a man can be an intimate friend,
But a girl's feelings on other girls pend.

Sure, a man can be an intimate friend.
Sure, a man can be an intimate pal.
Sure, a man can be an intimate chum.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #324 by FisherKingKQJ

I felt sick in my stomach with butterflies,
My eyes were blinking, darting mad,
I brought him to a brothel - his sighs
Said it all - he was deliriously glad.
This anniversary treat was a tribad-
I took the initiative with some vim-
And cash wasn't technically bad
With a sexy girl who'd kept herself slim.
The massage ensuite was halflit and dim,
On her thigh sat a scablike tattoo crab,
She ordered us to shower sounding prim-
He pushed her onto the black vinyl slab.
I pulled down my pants to sit on her face-
To doubt our hygiene she was a disgrace!

To doubt our hygiene, she was a disgrace!
To doubt our hygiene, she was a shame!
To doubt our hygiene, she was a tarnish!

a study toward sonnet #323 by FisherKingKQJ

Women outnumber men by one percent-
Is that a recipe for gender war?
Do our hips equalise or dissent?
Does verbal battery worst battle gore?
I broke the karmic cycle of before
By going on a date with with a manque eunuch;
He turned out a lascivious, groping bore,
He gripped my butt and praised his luck.
I broke off and into the crowd I snuck,
I noticed a handsome dude in a troop
Of fawning females, and I was love struck,
He told a story as I joined the group.
A dapper, flamboyant faux queer, I found,
Who'd pass on a girl, as to skip to pound.

A dapper, flamboyant faux queer, I found.
A dapper, flamboyant faux queer, I discovered.
A dapper, flamboyant faux queer, I realised.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #319 by FisherKingKQJ

Such over the top romantic gestures test
An impressionable female like me-
The perfect man instils an urgent quest
Not too different to a shopping spree.
I was in a chartered Lear jet, on his knee,
We buzzed the Eiffel tower quite madcap,
We saw the Doily collection for free,
At Epiphany's, on blue velvet knap
Blood diamonds lay, he bought at a snap;
And soon I learned to be a catburglar-
I learned to swing past lasers on a strap,
Why premiums swiftly go down the gurgler.
We cut glass doors with masking hinges,
Me and my new man - I hate stinges.

Me and my new man - I hate stinges.
Me and my new man - I hate misers.
Me and my new man - I hate tightwads.

I'm not sure what to call the book. 1001 Arabian Noughts, or 1001 Love Sonnets by FisherKingKQJ.

a study toward sonnet #318 by FisherKingKQJ

So I look at girls' bottoms and midriffs-
If it's good enough for men who are gay,
You can't corner me in simpletone tiffs,
I've seen you take notes a similar way.
The balanced aesthetic be as it may,
I think your envy deserves a hiatus,
I've hirepurchased a new coupe
For cheap thrills and to improve my status.
Impractical and daredevil, that's us,
A cross wind curling round the windshield,
Top down and overtaking a school bus,
Then opnto the gravel ruts to a field.
My love, you're irreplaceable unique,
And without you, I'd quite probably freak.

My love, you're irreplaceable unique.
My love, you're irreplaceable custom.
My love, you're irreplaceable one-off.

[Petrarch wrote 317 sonnets, I've written 318 sonnets, which means I'm the best lyric poet ever.
I'm quite prepared to publish any hackers mediocre verses next to mine - envy is a terrible thing.]

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQJ

You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport, but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQJ

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQ


You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

[Intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Screens]

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQ


You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

[Intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Screens]

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQ


You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

[Intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Screens]

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQ


You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

[Intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Screens]

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQJ


You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

[Autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQJ


You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

[Autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQJ


You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

[Autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQJ


You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

[Autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQJ


You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

[Autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #316 by FisherKingKQJ


You will appreciate the lymphatic drain,
Just put your face down in the table hole,
Let aromatic oils assuage your brain,
Let my massaging hands remake you whole.
Your tourette's syndrome is tiresome droll,
I'd like to brutal pinch to make you squeal,
You've got middleage midriff blubber roll,
You're worthy of a super welt or weal.
Your fantasy conquests do not appeal,
For your potty mouth I couldn't care less-
I'm a good sport but you're plain venereal-
Out of the low chair booms your baby cess.
I love my clients and they respect my trade,
You're out the door if you try to degrade.

I love my clients and they respect my trade.
I love my clients and they respect my job.
I love my clients and they respect my work.

[Autocue for interactive movies.]

{The characters in the following sonnet are imaginary and any passing resemblance is purely coincidental.}

a study toward sonnet #315 by FisherKingKQJ

When you slide in between the turgid flaps
Of your woman, the whole first world grunts
Along with you, and as you palm her paps,
Along with you grunt third world orphan runts.
The Whorled Bank and Onion applaud such stunts
Far from Nigerian mail fraud last will cons;
Far from deposed tinpot dictator hunts,
You groan her footnote Brazilian wax mons.
The nubile bulimic whom you love tonnes
Guides your plum up against her sweet g spot
To tantalise her deepseated neurons,
Your comet cracks dinosaurs on the dot.
Your botox'd vegan babe voices her frown,
From a mudhut they tomtom you the crown.

From a mudhut they tomtom you the crown.
From a mudhut they tomtom you the diadem.
From a mudhut they tomtom you the headband.

[Interactive movie proof of concept.]

a study toward sonnet #314 by FisherKingKQJ

Hush, I can tell you now what I'm seeing,

Beyond appendage and protrusion size,

A conference of minds, of inner being,

A light no accountant can amortise.

A love at first sight not everyone buys,

And if it exists, it's a coinage rare,

A meeting of minds is the union prize,

And consolation consigns much care.

His career stalled, went plummetting sheer,

As my own gained momentum to soar,

He'd made my troughs passable fare,

I owed him past favours down to the core.

I've now got nerves and a spine of steel.

Now he's bottomed out, I know he's a steal.

Now he's bottomed out, I know he's a steal.

Now he's bottomed out, I know he's a robbery.
Now he's bottomed out, I think he's a theft.

interactive soundtracks for movies, intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Screens

a study toward sonnet #312 by FisherKingKQJ

I've quit my feelings for the empiric,
I've left my spirit for the tangible,
A triumph against her shriveled Pyrrhic
As a heart in romance is frangible.
I'd decided to consult a local sybil,
And so I recalled pals we shared,
Who'd trod carefully past the quibble,
I re-established his old pals I'd snared.
Those polarised as hostility reared
Were eased into my conciliatory scheme,
And divisible aquaintances I squared,
So mobilising forth a grapevine meme.
Love oddly is a pill bulked up with flour,
In measured delivery lies its power.

In measured delivery lies its power.
In measured delivery lies its force.
In measured delivery lies its strength.

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a study toward sonnet #313 by FisherKingKQJ


I'm waiting for you to start a threesome,
As I believe your old chum gives me glad eye,
Why not a girl lithe with a girl lissom,
It's better upfront than gradual and sly.
Perhaps you think I'm too cheeky and wry,
But you're a routine handjob on the rag-
If you timeshare my bollocks till you're dry,
You break the cycle of remorse and nag.
You're always so right, which is such a drag,
And I'm stoic against a ruddy tantrum,
You wear eyeshadow heavy like a bag,
Your scent is body odour in bay rum.
A threeway would alleviate the monthly curse-
Your old chum can be both cudgel and nurse.

A threeway would alleviate the monthly curse.
A threeway would alleviate the monthly bane.
A threeway would alleviate the monthly evil.

[For interactive movies a concept proof.]

interactive movie sonnets #310 and #311

a study toward sonnet #310 by FisherKingKQJ


Fatboy, I have to focus on cabaret-
So for now breakfast tea and madeleines
In a K' road teashop are a teensy fey,
To your new pussy I shan't croon refrains.
Someone whose love never ever wanes,
Whose singular focus will never swerve
From you, a control freak with wicker canes
Is what you need and thoroughly deserve.
Julio, the feeling's back, you've got a nerve-
You're taller lots, your eyes unblinking slant,
You tower above johns, you're a perv's perve,
The Shanghai surgeon's art is elegant.
You're hepatitis yellow and hollow-
You've rejected me as I won't swallow.

You're hepatitis yellow and hollow.
You're hepatitis yellow and empty.
You're hepatitis yellow and vacant.

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a study toward sonnet #311 by FisherKingKQJ


I woke up with a pulsating headache,
He sat on pillows doing a silken shirt,
Gold lockets hung in loops like hydra snake
From his tight waistcoat as if to assert
Gin mickey finn worth the seductive hurt;
I remembered a lowceilinged rowdy room
With liquor bottles and tankards girt,
How losing my chaperone was my doom.
I'd hornpipe on piles of cut orchid bloom,
I'd bathe in a gilded tub of champagne
For rich admirers who wouldn't presume,
And four footmen would my lithe self sustain
Almost naked on a silver platter-
Ensnared by diamonds and pearls to flatter.

Almost naked on a silver platter.
Almost naked on a silver grail.
Almost naked on a silver tray.

[Oops. I got the numbering wrong. Petrarch holds the world record for sonnets (317) which I'm confident I will break in a week's time.]

interactive movies sonnets #308 and #309

a study towards sonnet #308 by FisherKingKQJ


He kept by me in the buffets of my life,
When I was terrible to everyone,
When bankruptcy and ruin was rife
And I was schizoid or legless to stun.
It was time to shun who might shun,
My salty tears rolled upon his waistcoat,
It was a harrowing time, if not fun,
And on his discipline I came to dote.
What internal sadness did he tote
To weld split personalities and woo?
I found equilibrium in him, ergo,
He could love the world and my ego.


I found equilibrium in him, ergo.
I found equilibrium in him, so.
I found equilibrium in him, therefore.

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a study toward(s) sonnet #309 by FisherKingKQJ


You're a trusted friend whom I can tell-
My love for him is twenty times as big
As his love for me - can you wisely quell
My anguish for a happy ending rig?
It's not as if he doesn't give a fig,
But I get clammy and I also bumble
Around him - I act out so infra dig
When all I desire is to be humble.
My ditzy strawblonde brain is a jumble,
I feel an imposter working a grift-
Perhaps my achievements will tumble-
Beyond certificates he'd get short shrift.
By unconditional love goes my tick-
Will he take me, or mistake me for thick?


By unconditional love goes my tick.
By unconditional love goes my chad.
By unconditional love goes my notch.

a study toward sonnet #307 by FisherKingKQJ


A clairvoyant suggested to me once
That we cannot pick to fall head over heels
With anyone, so I feel less the dunce
When it comes to his seductive appeals.
My girlfriend doesn't like secretive deals
Or inside trades, so it's an affront
For her to catch us as slippery eels,
Her ex-fiancee and me speaking blunt.
Call it a psychic insight or a punt,
It started out platonic and quite ideal,
It wasn't a homer, it was a bunt,
Our love was surprisingly small and real.
We're making up now for time in arrears-
And the worse she can do is joyful tears.


We're making up now for time in arrears.
We're making up now for time in backlog.
We're making up now for time in suspense.

Sometimes I walk into a small bookshop only to be overwhelmed by the quality of print and content, but then I remind myself what it says in the new testament: leave the dead to bury the dead.

a study towards sonnet #306 by FisherKingKQJ


So listen up, girls, to how I've been a fool-
Your man might have rough fingernails
Or dandruff, which undermine the gene pool,
But ingenuity over flesh prevails.
A gaffe of the gob such as mine entails
Displeasure at geographic tongue,
A mucus thick tastebud atoll which flails
Ones own in a french kiss down to lung.
Black hairy tongue syndrome is unsung,
And black espressos raise tastebuds braille,
So now he's got a ladykiller record among
Those girls to whom cunnilingus isn't stale.
All I do now is blow a feeble kiss-
Bad breath and orgasms aren't that amiss.


Bad breath and orgasms aren't that amiss.
Bad breath and orgasms aren't that bad.
Bad breath and orgasms aren't that off.

a study toward sonnet #305 by FisherKingKQJ

She's absent from the corner of my eye
And strangely I'm jealous of her new stalk-
I'm curious as to who's become her guy,
My private eye ever the bulwark.
She had no chitchat of which I could talk,
Just a monologue on being all alone,
And her gummy text messages would caulk
The flash memory of my mobile phone.
I'm going to miss her idle threats to hone
A knife and kidnap me, the pink bunny gifts,
The saccharine and yet malevolent tone
Which through my garbage for relics sifts.
For a new hottie she's gotten the hots?
I miss her - can a leopard smudge her spots?

For a new hottie she's gotten the hots.
For a new hottie she's gotten the desire.
For a new hottie she's gotten the lust.

a study toward sonnet #304 by FisherKingKQJ


I wended past my horsebreaker's townhouse
One autumn evening after supper stroll,
I saw her in the window with that louse,
Lord Dutiful, her protector and bankroll.
Default I took the peeping tom role-
And as they mimed under the chandelier
A laugh, as she let herself fall and loll
In his arms, I was jealous, I felt queer.
I sickened at her demimondaine rules:
She called me amant de ceour for marriage,
She called him amant de titre for jewels-
I would throw myself under her carriage.
Alas, I mistimed her groom and barouche,
I'd miss my mistresses and life so louche.


Alas, I mistimed her groom and barouche.
Alas, I mistimed her groom and caleche.
Alas, I mistimed her groom and daumont.

a study toward sonnet #303 by FisherKingKQJ


I started growing breasts in standard four-
Embarrassed, I taped them to my ribcage
To make them look smaller, which was sore,
I just wanted to look and act my age.
Now I'm a waitress, my boobs can engage
The wallets of men who admire my blouse,
They order from the plastic menu page,
Their bobbycalf like eyes my cleavage browse.
Rice milk and soya milk are the new douse
On the menu; I'd like to succour pouts
Of missing persons, I'd like to souse
With my ample bust homeless layabouts.
I think I was blessed with DD boobs
To cry for and look after the world's rubes.


To cry for and look after the world's rubes.
To cry for and look after the world's hapless.
To cry for and look after the world's suckers.

a study toward sonnet #302 by FisherKingKQJ


His large hand settled on my lowest rib,
I could sense his mind was on a worry
So I played possum - a physical fib -
One thing worse is a man in a hurry.
Not many brownie points as such curry
To stop breathing for a minute or two,
But it beats a faux premenstrual slurry-
You can politely turn down a good screw.
My fingers tapped his pelvis planes anew,
My tender strokes were quite mechanical,
But I could sense my box tingle pink hue-
When I mounted him I was maniacal.
I had accidentally primed the pump,
And suffered a scrumptious quickie hump.

I had accidentally primed the pump.
I had accidentally primed the camshaft.
I had accidentally primed the bore.