http://slow.writerscafe.org/zac%20barker The original writings of author Smokey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024827 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An uncomfortable way to live,Is breathing,Is smiling,It is a cavity, it is a half truth,It is a Typhus,I'm going blind,It is a gift   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/1141168/ We soldiers dig, we dig all day,I am entrenched,And from all sides, beseiged,And when the rain falls down on me,I'll be relieved They draw ever closer,A foreign Armada, closer,The devil's eyes are on me,And I don't think the Emperor will sleep tonight They're here, are they here,That Iron .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/1139485/ There are certain things, with which I've come to terms, Oppertnities missed, to get baked with Fern, I chose the squat, I chose pot,I chose to sit and write and rot,A richer poverty,A societal robbery, I am the enemy I picked love and sorrow and plague, I chose to be perpetually.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/1138437/ Chatiment,There is no sweeter sound, than the melody of vengance,But I would suffer discordant agonies forevermore,Than attend the Martyr's Day Parade: Where dogs drink civil blood from dirty glasses,And Bartholomew weeps for ill-starred masses,Borbourn knives break righteous blades,Howlin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/1138248/ It is not the night,but the milky bleak of sunlight, in which I find no day, Semper Augustus, Nunquam Sol this sour nostalgia,and the deficit of birdsong,cuts deeper than regret,and the richness of this void,that grows more cramped with every passing thought Today, I am not sorry, for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/1135359/ If you should ever know me again, andIn gentler climates stoop to ask me thenWhich season is most inequitableAnd why it is that you can never trustI will indulge, shut your eyes, close your noiseFor they decieve in other worlds than this Where familiar voices speak in strange toungesAnd whisper crue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/1131275/ Though my father's house has many rooms,I shall slumber in the hall,For when I'm gone, my bones entombed,I'll need no cell in which to loll Through degrees of glory, I'll ascend,Of narcissism I shall dispose,All wretched deeds, I shall amend, Of joy and light I'll be composedMy fathers house has man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/1012829/ A tribute to Shane Madderson http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/755162/ Twas a warm summers day, a cool breeze whistled through his dark locks and some oily, golden grease trickled down his pale forehead. he leaned against the shed and exhaled deeply, as if to swallow the very fabric of the atmosphere through his 'flounder flaps'. The wheels of the bikes did shake, when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/755039/ When I am dead don't cremate me,And for this request please dont hate me, But when I am gone, sing me no song,Simply bury me in a fish, for it is where I belong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/755027/ The vodka lake is deep and vast; deeper than depth itself, and vaster than the oceans of time. The locals sometimes swim, but always sink. They dive, but never surface. The children play in the shallows, but are always, always swallowed into the dark abyss. In the nearby cities the citizens can smel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/755020/ Because you cant spell 'Drug Culture' without 'Tasty' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/754062/ Oh, my dearest testicle,I find myself profoundly non-lexical,Why do you glow and develop the 'shakes'?When I approach various cakes Testicle, thou art most perplexing,Thy mystery is quite simply vexing,Do you miss your homeland?Are there beaches of blue satin sands? And Now,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/754018/ Its a short story about a terminally ill child who spends his last minutes dreaming that he has the most unlikely company with him at the moment of his death: A ferret. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/748892/ Devoted to Alice Morley http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/744104/ Based on true events http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/742288/ Your thighs don't lie and nor do I,So why then Skittle do you cry?His climax was nigh,his joy sublime,As you silently cursed your wobbly thighsBut as the pains of insecurity wore you down,Your expression of ecstasy transformed into a frown,He tried to console you, as best he could do,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/736091/ He is tormented by her, each night in his dreamsBy she who he yearns to 'double-team'She lingers in his every thoughtThe girl who's arse the virgin soughtBut the beautiful girl, with a plentiful bumDid not reciprocate his love, leaving him numbNumb with the chills of inadequacy and virginhoodFor twa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/719504/ Broken plates and broken heartsAnguish lurks whilst love departsDeparts with your things into his homeLeaving only the scent of his burning cologne This once whole home, you've torn apartDeformed my devotion, worthy of not of my heartLike the very same that you car.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/716404/ The cool breeze on a sweltering dayA ray of sunlight amongst the smog and the hazeInnocent laughter in despair and griefAnd summers warm kiss and its gentle relief She smiles, and my quandaries crumble to dustHer soft embrace invoke's my lustAnd for a day, she did remainIn m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/716339/ Look into the pupils of the peacock's ploomThe vivid green eyes that shall consume you soonDon't avert your gaze from their hypnotic stareFor you can never leave my garden of despair Why did you leave me? Did I drive you away?Well now you're trapped with this peacock's disma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/712199/ So here i am, ive come to beIn the murky green of some random treeacross the branch of blackthorn treeIs gerrard mullins licking his knees As this is getting wierd, i begin to fleeFrom the strange and scary random treeAs I try to hitch-hike, down the misty laneI hear an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/711844/ There lives paedo under my bed And he calls me ginger fredHe touches himself and licks my headThere is a paedo under my bedA paedo dwells within my roomI fear this room will become my tombPlease dont let this be my doomA paedo dwells within my roomI curse you paedo of the nightYou always leave me su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/710396/ As I reclined in the mid-morning sunI felt an itching within my lungI coughed, I spluttered and threw up some phlegmThick and slimey, greenish phlegm(and not the nice kind)I recover swiftly, and find my phoneBest see my GP and have a moanI ask my doctor "whats wrong with me?"She quickly retorts; "yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/709787/ Farewell, my polymorphous friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/709636/ Based on the major motion picture 'autumnal balls of mint' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/709635/ In the midnight spring of '74Twas a glorious season as I recallI was layed in my bedWhen the hour was lateWhen heard a knock at my door I tiptoed downstairs to inquireWhy I had been awoken at such a late hourI reached for the doorWith no remorse... It was my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/709601/ As the Siberian orchids began to bloomI gazed through the window of my roomTwas the coldest winter since '64From the white forest, I heard a mighty roarI crept downstairs, my feet cool from the floorWhat my eyes did see, they had never seen before My grandad trapped his knob in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/709599/ Stop hunting seals prickThey werent meant to be your meals prickThey're skin wasnt meant to clothe you prickAre you happy? Now the seals loathe you prickC**T! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zac-barker/709591/