Gambling Man

Mr Wild West bets all his eastern gold on a race,
A Master Race.  His Mistress in a fancy hat like at
A horse race.  Whores race
To the dining hall.

Great Whore of Babylon spread out on
A banqueting

Table. 

Chewed on,
Stimulated 'till every guest
Is dead
Between her legs,
Deep like inverted

Babel.

Father time loses count of the times
One people rise on anothers fall.
All Mother Earth can do is spin,
Spin truth into

Fable.

Written in trees turned into books
Burned to fuel rooms,
Lived in watching

Cable.

Late night pornography
East gives to West, global incest.
Unknown to him
His eastern -made TV

Tapes him.

Masturbating over a fantastic future,
All the time wondering why
Lady Karma

Rapes him.

Back to the banqueting table,
Dining with Destiny,
The table is overturned.
Stuck like gum underneath
Is she of the East.

Without him in her mouth
Maybe she could breathe,
Maybe she could speak?

In a fair-trade fair-fight maybe she can

Take him.

 

  
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
   

 

 

 

    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  
 

                                                                                          
     aaron jell
     artistdesignerwriterperformerteacher 
 


 

  

introduction
   

painting thinking like blood in gutters,
fragrant rumour
spread like butter,
magnetic fact, seductive fantasy.
squint or be blinded

by life laid bare.

i perform my poetry at many different types of events - from poetry nights to performance art pieces - locally and nationally.

check out some of my favourite local events...

www.petersfieldwriteangle.co.uk
 www.tongues-and-grooves.org.uk


(c) aaron peter jell, 2009.