a study toward sonnet #168 by FisherKingKQJ
in G flat


As we'd be sharing everything in future
I didn't think it mattered who owned the loot;
I'd introduced him to some haut couture,
He'd admired my backside in a dress suit.
I'd saved his bas reliefs from his own boot,
From his ripping palette knife a still life,
He sneered I was posing high hanging fruit,
Then I'd asked him if I could be his wife;
Always in his blue eyes laughter was rife-
He'd divined I'd eavesdrop and peer,
He'd lingered the kiss to stir jealous strife.
She was a graphic arts student with flair
He shrugged and bit his lip as if to say
Now on my flash car and money could stay.

{3D interactive chorus in A flat:}

He shrugged his shoulders as if to say.
He shrugged his shoulders as if to mention.
He shrugged his shoulders as if to verbalise.

a study toward sonnet #167 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat

I own up...I was obsessed...it was a rout...
I was in love with him, I looked into those
Wide, sparkling eyes only to blush, to flout
My fiancee, the man my intellect chose.
I felt my heart racing; he snagged me close
To him, he pushed his lips on mine to start
A lingering french kiss, nose bumping nose,
He apologised for his persuasive art.
He'd convinced me to accept time apart,
He'd believed I was far too young to deduce
True love, perhaps I'd try the singles' mart...
But he'd only hurt himself with the ruse.
How to abseil a romance I've been taught:
It's zigzag of crags and spikes which thwart.

{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}

It's path by manmade obstacles is thraught.
It's path by manmade obstacles is blocked.
It's path by manmade obstacles is dammed.

a study toward sonnet #166 by FisherKingKQJ
in C flat

As she swabbed the cut we swapped a joke
Or two; though she was the boss' girlfriend
Her peck of my forehead almost broke
My self control into kisses no end.
After that I found it hard to pretend
I wasn't jealous when she mentioned him.
I was on the ladder to crimp and mend
The gutter and spout, a knee on a tree limb
And I overheard a woman talking in a prim
And responsible way on a cordless phone;
I peeked in the window, I saw a trim
Ash blonde woman on a pine daybed prone.
From the ladder I tumbled with a thump,
By chance turned a low card into a trump.

{3D interactive chorus in D flat:}

From the ladder I tumbled with a thump.
From the ladder I tumbled with a bang.
From the ladder I tumbled with a crash.

a study toward sonnet #165 by FisherKingKQJ
in A flat

The evening before she was really meant
To come back, he brought chianti, a wax wrap
Of marigolds stems. Now she was absent
We tumbled into the transferral trap.
We had a tipple without much mishap,
As kiddies played their console video games;
While I tucked them in later, flap by flap,
He triggered thoughts of one of my old flames.
I wasn't one to give out or take blames,
So I employed the cordless phone to ring
A taxi, not sure of our drunk mind frames,
And he kissed my nape, starting off our fling.
In the conservatory we made love,
As stars were twinkled by wind on a louvre.

{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}

In the conservatory we made love.
In the conservatory we made amour.
In the conservatory we made whoopy.

a study toward sonnet #164 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat

He kept kissing me, I wanted him to stop.
I was plastered with kisses. Following on,
We sneaked any free time we could cop
And in good time she sussed our con.
She'd let herself in to what she'd foregone
She found us naked on the study rug.
She shouted, hurt through angry tears shone,
And she strode out. He gave me a guilty hug,
He pulled on a shirt, gave his fly a tug,
He pleaded and promised it a one off
To no avail and gave a cupboard a slug,
From the lawn I heard her garbled scoff.
Her mother ill I'd volunteered nanny,
Instead I'd tricked my friend as a ninny.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}

Instead I'd tricked my friend as a ninny.
Instead I'd tricked my friend as a gimp.
Instead I'd tricked my friend as a lunk.

a study toward sonnet #163 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat

In the Onehunga carpark public gents
Education for a fly on the wall:
The graffiti tags, the abscence of vents
The peephole riddled disabled man's stall.
I'm a retired maggot from the hospital,
I was reared on Gainer's Fuel by interns;
There might be a meal in doctorly scrawl
Above the urinal, a bum a pecker yearns.
A gangrenous sphincter of friction burns
Might be aroused by the missus' maggots,
Though we much prefer the messy churns
Of Thais squatting on seats, to the faggots.
By the thorax my leggy missus I seize:
From behind I pump to compound the sleaze.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

By the thorax my leggy missus I seize.
By the thorax my leggy missus I grab.
By the thorax my leggy missus I clasp.

a study toward sonnet #162 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat

I live with Funga in St Joseph's lodge,
We share a double bed so dank and wet:
She's a five foot ten twohundred pound podge,
She cribs my baccy, I'll bash her head, yet.
She'll pinch my begging jar to clear a debt,
Her trained voice, her piano sound nice.
Sometimes I swoon at her charm and forget
Receiving money with menaces her vice.
She's swotted Queen Nerfititi's head lice,
Hers are statically combed and hand reared,
She chews on them as Polynesian rice,
She nitpicks my bald scalp and goatee beard.
She cultivates pubic lice as organic,
She finds the tickle and pinch orgasmic.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

She cultivates pubic lice as organic.
She cultivates pubic lice as earthy.
She cultivates pubic lice as natural.

a study toward sonnet #161 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm confused: is that me in your eye gleam?
Me and me right side up, a one time brat-
With you, things become what they seem,
Your 3D tables and walls endorse flat.
I love you in the ninth life of a cat,
You're upside down in millions of grey shades,
Yet your cheeks still translate a rosy that
On my retinas bakes its smiling grades.
I love that you love twill pinstripes and plaids,
I can't wait to map blindspot to blindspot
The two seconds before a first kiss trades,
I'm down a blind alley, lost in your subplot.
I profess I've got the lovesick boy shakes,
Which your elusive coy character shapes.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}

I profess I've got the lovesick boy shakes.
I profess I've got the lovesick boy quivers.
I profess I've got the lovesick boy tremors.

a study toward sonnet #160 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat



I have a palate for bad or else worse,
Intractable problems salt away joy.
The imp bad luck, or else demon curse-
One is quite blatant, the other quite coy.
You'd think crime and mischief would alloy
But they're tempered apart in scum and dregs,
Both like to flatter me as man and boy
A summer shower a winter storm so legs.
A question the situation often begs,
A lecher becomes himself more and more,
A slut and a whore take him up two pegs,
They run true to type, and he's a wise saw.
Agony aunt and professional friend,
I love them both as an embittered fiend.

{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}

Agony aunt and professional friend.
Agony aunt and professional mate.
Agony aunt and professional pal.

a study toward sonnet #159 by FisherKingKQJ
in C flat

It's back to I met you by happenstance
In a gabbing gang of women and men.
I'm delirious, to use common parlance,
I nod on your fifty words now and then.
You're primping now, your eyes betray a yen
For flirting - so I feign a roaming eye,
Yourself no phoenix-like hen-party hen,
You'd flame me slippers, pipe and armchair spy.
An awkward time is the best for byebye-
Upside down, back to front, and inside out
We know each other - I'll angle an exit sly
While at the gym you kickbox, flirt and pout.
Another brand, or another flavour-
So who is doing who the loving favour?

{3D interactive chorus in D flat:}

Another brand, or another flavour.
Another brand, or another mull.
Another brand, or another taste.

taste, savour, mull.

a study toward sonnet #158 by FisherKingKQJ
in A flat

Your native shyness is almost visceral,
It's habitual, you pull back without thinking,
More private than a bobcat, and feral
Even, but in time I've gained an inkling.
You're a star beyond and beneath twinkling,
A blackhole in a white blaze, in a door
A wicket, and in love with you I'm sinking;
You're the ice wedge in the wormhole thaw.
You're exemplary earth mother at core,
Where I'm a comet hectic and errant-
You're shy mimosa, you're shy marigold, or
You're a sweet yet anaemic pitcher plant.
A sun at your twigs, a sun at your roots,
You're a fountain of symmetry which suits.

{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}

You're a fount of symmetry which suits.
You're a fount of symmetry which fits.
You're a fount of symmetry which matches.

a study toward sonnet #157 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat


...I struck out for the strand, but my swim strokes
Were stymied by the choppy waves...I was tripped
From behind by him as weakly he tried to coax
Me to his plan, under water I slipped.
Our noses snorting bubbles, I was gripped
By him still, I emerged seconds later, ahead
Of the so and so, trod water; I'd just nipped
Him, salty bull kelp and my hair spread
On my eyes and chin. He'd deeply misread
His chances, yet his arm curled round my ribs,
My palms pushed at his chest, I'd almost fled,
No way now was he getting first dibs.
But we were roiled by the dark undertow
Our thighs bumped together in the grey flow.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat}

Our thighs bumped together in the grey flow.
Our thighs bumped together in the grey current.
Our thighs bumped together in the grey stream.

a study toward sonnet #156 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat

A happy ever after? Who would've thought?
You're far away in thought in your photo portrait.
Perhaps in a bas relief you might be better caught,
In hundred and eighty degree rotate?
Or perhaps a two places at once superstate:
You dissolve into gales of chuckles and mirth,
You grin and shake your head when you're late,
You make me the only person on earth,
You storm out a room knowing your own worth,
Your lips twitch when I attempt to amuse,
You sort of give other girls a wide berth,
And you shrug your shoulders if there's no use.
I love you three hundred and sixty degrees:
If I didn't we'd both be wild mistigris.

{3D interactive chorus in E flat:}

If I didn't we'd both be wild mistigris.
If I didn't we'd both be wild fools.
If I didn't we'd both be wild jokers.

a study toward sonnet #155 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat

I'd expected him to be evasive,
And my deceased brother roundabout dissed.
He looked a gargoyle stoney impassive,
Any fear or qualms I quickly dismissed.
I'd picked a dry malmsey from the winelist,
We dined on fresh, panfried garlic rockfish
And boiled down potatoes in seasalt grist
With mojo picon sauce, a Tenerife dish.
Las Palmas town was a nirvana niche
It teemed tourists and military types,
Arab merchant sailors dapper and swish,
The beach downtown fit the travelogue hypes.
On the lantern lit boardwalk a whistle:
To my accident prone brother a silbo epistle.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

On the lantern lit boardwalk a whistle.
On the lantern lit boardwalk a chirp.
On the lantern lit boardwalk a pipe.

a study toward sonnet #154 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat

I take pseudophedrine to freeze out cold
And scotch endorphin's natural exude,
And over- the- counter might be oversold
To liver in a kidney civil feud.
My joints and ligaments by pain sinewed,
A trojan horse itch in my nose replete,
A sniffy peck by sweet you is reissued;
Your grand pyrrhic victory no small feat.
You decide my clothes, which tofu to eat-
Madam, my fingers I limber and crack
In driving gloves, you drive from the backseat:
If not pleasure, you're a pleasurable rack.
To high death I prefer low level pain,
Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing vain.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}

Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing vain.
Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing arrogant.
Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing conceit.

a study toward sonnet #153 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat

I was madly, completely in love with a boy
Who hardly acknowledged my existence,
He was in a relationship to further annoy...
I sucked in a sigh to sustain commonsense.
My current fellow gave up the pretence,
With his hand he stifled politely a yawn-
I'd primped, I'd flirted, with no recompense
Though we were face to face, pawn to pawn.
I escaped the gaze of this glass unicorn,
And as the roof rattled, I found a better table
And chair at the window. I loved a forlorn,
Wet likeness under the deli gable.
He had the posture, jaw angle, height, too,
Across the wet, hailstone stung avenue.

{3D interactive chorus in E flat:}

Across the wet, hailstone stung avenue.
Across the wet, hailstone stung road.
Across the wet, hailstone stung street.

a study toward sonnet #152 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat

He moved his weight with an awkward jolt
To yinyang the chaise lounge for a quickie;
In a second he started his soft assault,
He began to french kiss, stroke and lick me.
He undid the buttons of my dickey,
I moaned my consent, and then he murmured
Nonsense, he shaped my navel with his sticky
Long tongue; he pushed aside my cups to gird
And fondle my heaving breasts. He assured
Me by squeezing my shoulders a moment,
Against an idea of of deep love inured;
His lewd tongue furled my nipples to foment.
We made love once till I was tired and sore:
He's now a friend of a friend, as before.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

He's now a friend of a friend, as before.
He's now a friend of a friend, as earlier.
He's now a friend of a friend, as previous.

a study toward sonnet #151 by FisherKingKQJ
in G flat

I've always thought portraits obituary
And dismissed the thought of you on canvas,
I've been cool and summarily wary
Of buffing you dainty or brushing you crass.
I prefer mutual slumber to carcase,
We're more nymphs of cicada or mayfly-
To your words I'm strongly disposed to bias,
I work round dry skin of rumour or lie.
Two husks on a trunk in autumn now dry,
We're snuggled under the duvet, we're curled
From artists whose shortcomings can pass us by,
Let's blink blind the wicked, bad, evil world.
My love, in our dream we dream but a feast
And in our life we love what we fear least.

{3D interactive chorus in A flat:}

My love, in our dream we dream a feast.
My love, in our dream we dream a banquet.
My love, in our dream we dream a repast.

a study toward sonnet #150 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat

He poked me hard, so letting out a muffled cry,
On his eyelids sweat shone; and I could tell
He loved women and did his best to gratify;
I was chuffed to be his girl, I felt the love well.
My back arched, I felt my labia minora swell,
I moaned, I felt my head to one side flick,
My fingers squeezed at the mattress pellmell,
My thighs squeezed at his hips sweaty and slick.
And then the blush of orgasm began to click
Through me. I sensed the surge of his climax,
I scowled amused to see pleasure crick
His neck, his chiselled features tense, relax.
He rolled, then gave my midriff this tickle,
I wiped off his hazed forehead sweaty trickle.

[Closing couplet revised with bombast for flat screens 4/9/05]

{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}

He rolled and gave my tummy a tickle.
He rolled and gave my tummy a caress.
He rolled and gave my tummy a stroke.

a study toward sonnet #149 by FisherKingKQJ
in C flat

He rolled close and gently slapped my derriere,
Then he stroked my curly black hair tangle,
Then he unsnapped my lace push up brassiere
So letting the cups and the straps dangle.
My large tits swung free at a slight angle,
He closed his eyes and let out a lewd moan,
He kissed my arm down to the gold bangle,
My reddish nipples his teeth bared to hone.
His incisors the aureoles started to cone,
I yelled out and grabbed at his shoulder blades-
Under his angles I was sweetly prone-
His face rolled through bedlamp rays and shades.
Like a fruitbat at a cactus blossom,
So his face plunged into my warm bosom.

{3D interactive chorus in D flat:}

So his face plunged into my warm bosom.
So his face plunged into my warm chest.
So his face plunged into my warm ribs.