“Stella’s On The Phone” by L. K. Thayer




Stella’s on the phone
She called the other day
She loves to hear you moan
She knows just what to say

Stella’s on the phone
She’s calling you collect
You can’t wait to get her home
She’s keeping you erect

Stella’s on the phone
And for all the tea in china
She’ll have you in her zone
Take you in her wet vagina

Stella’s on the phone
And she’s got a lot to say
She won’t leave you alone
You are her perfect prey

Stella’s on the phone
And her conversation’s deep
She puts butter on your scone
Til you lay down and weep

Stella’s on the phone
You wish you’d lose her number
But you can’t leave her alone
Cuz she is your favorite tumbler

Stella’s on the phone
As she throws a curve ball
Stella makes you groan
As you give her your all

Stella’s on the phone
And she’s lying in wait
She always sets the tone
She’s the main course on your plate

Stella’s on the phone
Her line is always busy
You catch what she has thrown
She always makes you dizzy

Stella’s on the phone
She has you on the brink
She buries your hard bone
In her tight and mighty pink

Stella’s on the phone
You’re in her wishing well
All the oats that you have sewn
How she makes your cock swell

Stella’s on the phone
You cannot give her up
Your love has only grown
You love drinking from her cup

Stella’s on the phone
Be careful you don’t fall
As you stumble to get prone
Hope you never hear ‘last call.’

L. K. Thayer

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“OUTSIDE” by Stephen John Kalinich



Foto by L. K. Thayer

life is fucked some times
when you ain’t got a dime
when nothing
seems to rhyme
when you hang with the slime
what do you feel
what do you expect?
When you are a wreck
don’t have a clue
about you or anyone else
you’re a drudge


a dirt filled
you’re a mess
and you are
not in confession.
you jerk off
on Smirnoff
coming down with a cough
friends in rehab
you still have a life
with out a family
a handful of friends
does it get any better
is this how it ends?
Why pretend
no one ascends
its earth
for us all
sooner or later
were all gonna fall
on the street
at the mall
the silence
is deadly
it cuts through your soul
there is no one to blame
you dug your own hole
stop being a baby
blaming everyone else
as if you are helpless
like your somebody else
take responsibility
for your life
put an end to sedition
and strife be ripe be prepared
I know you are  scared
so am I
we all die
a little piece
of me dies everyday
that is truth
what more can I say.
that how it is
need I express more 

my spirt is flat
I crawl on the floor
Its an uproar
a catastrophe
why is it
all about me?
Am I that blind
I don’t see
the answers
all around
in  every experience
each minute
life is going fast
I am not in it
I am not going to last
and I am not in it.
I am outside
along for the ride
I want to jump in
but do not know how.
I do not exist
I am not in the now

along for the ride.

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