Updated: Nov 23, 2025
Today’s boots-on-the-ground Bloomsday Ezraku:
In Cow Parlour off Cork Street
The blessed fruit of Circe’s avant-garde womb:
The world’s greatest reform, Boulevard Bloom.
Updated: Jul 18, 2024
Your Own Personal Josie
Yes, you refused me many years ago,
My splinter you removed, so soft you pulled
On old Christmas night below mistletoe.
And now your love’s winter, so hard, so cold.
Yes, you should have kissed me, you silly scamp.
Look at you now, you lurk the haunts of sin.
Should you rewind time, would your life revamp?
Like love’s old sweet song. Oh, what could have been.
Now stop resisting, Mr. Bloom, be bold,
It’s not too late to reach out, to touch me,
I’m not my best friend, I will not cuckold.
Have faith, I’m your own personal Josie.
I’ll revive your love, I’ll redeem your life.
I’ll repeat yes, yes, as well as your wife.
Stay tuned for more depeche sonnets.
Same testy time, same bestie channel.