Oak McIlwain

Sitting alone in a tower with hands in pants; haunting.

God help me release these demons:

Cows grazing in the meadows; hands in pants.
The neighbours dog, cooked in white sauce; hands in pants.

I had sex with my boss last night.
He is giving me a promotion.
The back of my throat doesn’t taste so good though

I have several pet hamsters.
I feed them by hand.
Old flesh.
Handpicked from Clairemont 3am Saturday morning.
A good range to choose from and not many cops around.

I’m a christian on Sundays and an atheist for the rest of the week.
I thrive on road rage, fast food and depraved sexual deviancy.
My true god is a packet of tim-tams,
But I blame them when the weather is bad or I don’t win 1st division lottery.

A knock on the tower door…
Mother?
The ATO?
No, it’s just my balls again. Sneaking out while I’m on the shitter.
Always playing games with me.

She was better in bed than I had predicted.
Swallowed and everything which was great.
But she was just using me to make her boyfriend jealous
It’s ok. Not a bad trade really but I did like her.
My hamsters will too.
I’m sure.

God help me release these demons:

Jethro Tull playing live; hands in pants.
My neighbours wife, cooked in bolognaise sauce; hands in pants.

Sitting alone in a tower; haunting.