Cosmic Big Cock Deepthroat

This is not Poetry 

What are these things they’re calling Poems?

Are they show and tell at middle school?

Are they gift cards for grandma?

The FB likers seem to think so

Beautiful words

I love it

Inarticulate Comments

To arhythmic musings

Like a heart with a murmur

Or a jazz musician in Bach’s 

Chamber music orchestra 

Making the conductor shake his left baton furiously, no, you can’t do that

Yet the crowd is applauding

Do we educate the crowd or just politely clap in hopes that nobody notices that the whole thing is a sham?

These aren’t poems!

This piece of crap isn’t the history of an emotion set carefully to rhythmic ear-music. 

There is no jazz musician

There is no Bach

In fact, this is not p—–

Shhhhh, if you want to sell

You need social marketing

Play nice

It’s just cosmic big cock deepthroat 

Keep sucking it! 

Thanks to Tamara McLanahan

I have to thank the beautiful Tamara McLanahan for helping me get my smutpunk raffle 100 arbitrary ‘supports’ whatever a support is. As you now, I believe in nothing, spit on social media, and think people are generally racist morons, which puts me at a big of a disadvantage right off the mark. Still, sometimes we set goals and sometimes we achieve those goals. In my case, it’s nearly never done by me. I’m only successful when I get help from people and what always blows me the fuck away so hard jizz spews out of me and nails holes in the neighbor’s wall is that people will come out of the woodwork to help. This time is was Tamara who is a new writer, but already highly-polished and wonderful. So be sure to show her some love. If you like me, you’re going to like her.


Poem for a Sub Friend

Be still my canvas

don’t struggle

it will make it worse

I need my canvas still

to be the body of the day,

my plaything

to squeeze, pinch, besmear

the more I make you submit

the more you enjoy

the more I rope you in

the more you sploosh

the more I stick moctezuma in esophagus

the more you open

every care mine to stoke

every fiber mine to rip

I spit on your face and yank you by the hair

I pound you speechless, literally,

your throat gives out

from deepthroating

and screaming

from when I finally fuck you

you’re finally a personal slave

fifteen hundred shades

of shrieking slut

every inch of you trembling with joy

as you become the self you always wanted to be

Week 2 – ‘Snap, Crackle, Art’ by MJ #LPRTG #NuRomantics #PopArt

Welcome to this Tuesday’s ‘Snap, Crackle, Art by MJ’. This week’s topic: LIPS
What do lips mean? What do they represent? Why does R.B. O’Brien and many other #romance authors use lips for their avatars? Who has the prettiest lips among your book boy- or girl-friends? If you had to lose one lip for a year, would you choose the upper or lower lip? Do you favor biting the lips during kissing? If so, which lips? If you shun lip-biting, why? (Discuss)

So I was going to post about Andy Warhol. I mean, what’s a discussion about Pop Art without mentioning the factory and its King? However, what’s the rush? Two weeks down and not a drop of Warhol. We will get to him later. Most of us are writing romance/erotica/futadelic so I thought it’s apropos to tie this week’s post into something more sensual, but it’s hard to find pop art anus so I went with lips and Andy can wait and our lips can smack and smooch all day long. Yum!

So you’ll see in the images a furniture set by Dali and some Pop Art succulent lip licking. Mmmmnn-mmmmnnn-yum! Click Like/Love/Pride/Haha if you vibe with any piece of art, please.

MJ, what’s wrong with you? Everyone knows Dali isn’t Pop Art, you ding-dong!

Now, Salvador Dali was not from the Pop Art school, he was associated with Surrealism, Expressionism, Dada, Post-Impressionism, and usually pretty uniquely his own thing, but he did become an absolute superstar so I think his ‘Mae West’s Lips Sofa’ set are worth having a look at whether Pop Art or not (I mean, this post is more for pleasure than accuracy, just like a good money shot. I mean who really wants to hit the mouth even though we pretend to aim there?). Also, there’s a tie-in (Stay Tuned). Clearly, Mae West has some pretty great lips. Who do you think has an awesome pair? I really want to know whose lips you admire so post images below if you can dig them up–men, women, or transgender. I have a few photos that I will post in the comments, too. And if you want to see a whole slew of sexy pop art lips, join me on Pinterest:

The Tie-In:
Okay, so what tasty connection does Dali have to Pop Art that ties lips to Dali and makes this post have a slight albeit highly-frayed thread of logic? Well you’re going to have to answer that one for yourself, superstar! In case you don’t already know the answer here’s a question to help guide you:

🍭Question 🍭
What iconic pop art candy wrapper did Dali design?

➡️Want to learn more about Pop Art? Great. I love archiving everything. I feel it’s a good writer’s duty to do so. Visit my ‘Pop Art’ blog page to get way more information:

#PopArt #Dali #MaeWest #ChupaChups #Lips #SexyLips

Week One of “Snap, Crackle, Art” by MJ at Nu Romantics



Ok, so welcome to my first post here on the Nu Romantics. First off I think ‘nu’ is spelled ‘new’ but who knows anymore, so I’ll just float with the current as our civilization crashes and burns. Why am I here? I’m supposed to give you a few pieces of pop art with a question. You know, generate a discussion and all that. I guess I’m to be a facilitator but that’s not a role I’m comfortable with. I more of a shitstirrer or counter-culture kunt conqueror. That said, I will curate a few pieces every week and attach a song to go with each post, a theme song, if you will. So…here goes. Grab my hand and let’s begin:

Questions to go with the art:
1. Pop art shows a lot of characters in desperate situations, calling out for help. Do you consider yourself an attention whore? If so, why? If not, why not?
2.You’ll see the pop arty chick here is a bit undecided about which superhero she’s more into. Is it superman, for whom she’s gotten the beloved tramp stamp, or is it batman for whom she dons the bat symbol right over her tushy, or is it the beauty on the calling card? Anyway, forget this convoluted culona character. What’s your take? Who is your favorite superhero? and why?
3. Wait, MJ, you said you’re doing something with pop art and you haven’t posted anything by Andy Warhol? Are you sane? This is a good question, imaginary person talking to me. Maybe next week Warhol and some other standards will work their way in. Consider this week a bit of a teaser, okay? I mean we have our whole lives to get to the bottom of this topic.

Here is a song that should be the theme song for this segment. For many of us, this song was our introduction to pop art:
“One two three four five…”

I am not sure if people know a lot about what is pop art and I include myself with the ‘ignorancia,’ so I wrote a short post to help you get the gist. Learn more about Pop Art at my pop art blog post:…/snap-crackle-spunk-pop-a…/

Smutpunk Deconstructed Poem by Moctezuma Johnson

on the floor moments ago in floral skirt
as she walked featuring billionaires, transgender romance,
and other uniformed characters acting out their incredible pulp stories.
expertly Enter the Raffle for a chance
to win a Japanese Love Doll
who comes to life when sprinkled with smutpunk
or amazon rank
multi-platform bestsmeller, the stinkiest of all ass
Kindle, Amazon Gift Cards, and a Smutpunk
Shopping Spree include her high-heels

now she’s my skunk, err, I stutter, mouth full of rum
i mean slut, mouthful of cum
relishes the girth
gags and chokes? she asked

who takes my 
the slut’s fat tinge of doubt squeezed with push up bra

bouncing kneel bucket usherette slut fucks for boots,
blouses, and credit card help

butt-big co-paypig like American Health Insurance Cam Porn don’t renege
with a big fat ass this is my slut, that is my hat
with a big fat mass this is my butt, that is my cat
with a pig cat lass Miss jizz my butt, black jizz my tat

my slut wears a hat and my dick goes bald
dressed as a meerkat
crazy kind of jiggle jungle cosplay
she’s a filthy cougar no raven no her tyrannosauruses jiggle
when you slap them
the slut’s eyes go wide
when cock chokes her

the slut purrs when she gets passed around
to the cosplay crew while in a blindfold
who knew? Romance went Nu not old, or cold, nor bold.