Sex Posexclusitive

From a glitter soap box, proudly proclaimed
“Sensual liberation for everyone,
All peoples deserves to feel desired and loved”
Artemis said to Diana
From the start the rosters looking one note
Goddesses, Champions and Prodigies
One frame, One colour
‘All peoples’ according to their social circles

Community is a currency
Your support is sparse, less it loses value
Each comment particular, purposeful
What do I get back? How do I get in?
Beauty next to beauty gets more beautiful
My crooked nose next to beauty gets the boot
No suit, No 40 quid barber cut
No Garibaldi, No Sale, No value
Like a Reliant Robin turning up to NASCAR
Throw a sun dyed figure from your collection
Keep the gene pool untainted
It’s an illuminati, fortnightly down my local

“Beauty for the beautiful
Sex for the sexy
Our arms are open to everyone
To deliver love for everyone”

Yeah, you’re allright mate
The manifesto comes of as hollow
Like a Robin Hood stealing from the poor
Then pretending to act like the rich
“Ah” you say “That can’t include me,
I take Erythromycin and use a crutch to leave the house”
Look in the mirror and get some perspective
You fucking Hepburn Monroe idget

They say don’t pay attention to the numbers
As they pray you pay attention to the numbers
300 little love notes passed in class
On your routine bath selfie
A lot of literature to get through
Too busy to aid the needy
“Please ma’am can I have some?” she says
Some acknowledgement for the ugly
For the 9 likes break out skin and pug nose
May as well be whistling through your gappy teeth
“Awwwh babe…” Copy and paste
Out of sight, out of mind, job done
Can still put “open and accepting” on the CV
But you can’t deny those numbers
The contrast is like a fissure
But that’s probs why you keep us around

– Sebastian Noël

From the “Ugly” series

Panic In The Evening

I feel like a hoodlum standing outside a memorial 
With cans of neon lit paint in my backpack 
Complimented by a small armies worth of explosives 
Ready to set hell on a beloved artefact with my insignia 
All to quell my impulsive decisions 

Yeah, that’s how I feel right now 
When your perched upon my mattress in the afternoon 
With the slits in my curtains raining on your skin 
Showing just how perfect your design really is 
Each curve tailor made to my exact specifications 
Each imperfection made to compliment your excellency 
Laying my grubby fingers upon you now 
Would be the worst fucking crime I could conceive 
Like rubbing grease all over a Mozart sheet 

I just wanna die 
If it means I can cower out of this mess 
Run for the hills before I poison you anymore 
Your flying with angels on pale light nights 
And I’m greasing the gears behind the scenes 
Please just pull the trigger and leave for good 

As I continue to deface your form even more 
You permit my ascension to the sacred place 
The fumes starts to slowly creep inside of me 
I start to hear the taste of each bead of sweat 
As it tunnels into the folds of my mind 
I can’t feel the guilt I should be 
I can’t feel anything anymore 
You don’t deserve this, not even for a second 
I can only provide a fraction of what you deserve 
Olympians soaring from the coast docking on Clacton’s shores
Travelling from miles on end just to get a glimpse 
Of that smile on your lips 

I just wanna die 
If it means I can cower out of this mess 
Run for the hills before I poison you anymore 
Your flying with angels on pale light nights 
And I’m greasing the gears behind the scenes 
Please just pull the trigger and leave for good 
Don’t shoot for bronze when you can get gold 
Without even trying