Guest Blogger: Chris W. Parker
Chris W Parker was born and raised in the north of England in 1974. In his 20s he traveled around Europe, and entertained such occupations as builder, barman, chef, DJ, roadie, sound engineer, salesman, and photographer. Now in his 40s, photography has been his career for the past ten years. Poetry became another outlet for his often frustrated creativity, but has remained firmly as a hobby, and is more often fuelled by whiskey, passion, and lust, and a desire to express himself in ways that would be difficult with his photography.
He now lives in the city of Manchester, UK, pursuing his photography career and passions, cultivating his beard, dreaming of one day owning another motorbike, and still denies that he might actually be a hipster. He would describe himself as a “Gentleman, whiskey and beard enthusiast, poet, miserablist, hopeless romantic, carnivore, and magnificent bastard.”
Website: http://www.chriswparker.co.uk
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It was agreed at first,
To take it slow.
So of course
We fucked on the floor.
We flirted next,
You flashed me your tattoo.
So of course
We fucked in the bathroom.
We then argued
Over the share of the tab.
On the way home
We fucked in the cab.
I held back your hair
When you were sick, retching.
And after that
We fucked in the kitchen.
We fucked nearly everywhere,
And when we where able.
We pushed aside dinner
And fucked on the table.
We fucked when we were happy.
We fucked when we were sober.
We fucked on a ferry
From Calais to Dover
We fucked when we were drunk.
We fucked when we were mad.
I will always remember you,
The best fuck I had.
Then once after we fucked,
I caught you crying.
And inside I was fucked
Like a piece of me dying.
And then it was over
And it has to be said
Not never, not once
Did we fuck in our bed.
I miss you my love,
I miss your sweet post-coital glow.
I fucking wish
We had taken it slow.
(Originally published in Volume 1.)
