The Cool Affair

Waiting at the
Underground Station
I could feel something
In the air
It was a special night

The waiting
Your appearance
My kisses on your cheeks
So natural
So good

In the haunted bar
Sitting on a secluded
Leather sofa
We drink Kronenberg
Going over old experiences
Funny and sexual
We begin to kiss
And touch each other
Arousing each others desires
So natural
So alive

Outside now
In a dark doorway
Our passion violently escapes
Prematurely being caught
By your conscience

I walk you
To your hotel
Happy, knowing
Our passion was still
Alive and strong

Sometimes
That is all a man
Needs to know

A Magnetto Influence Poem

Scene; Magnetto Influence members playing at tennis..

K: Ah, its your birthday. I may let you win.

M: Oh, thats very nice of you.

K: Yeah, it depends on my serve.

A Magnetto Influence Conversation

Roundabout
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"It's not easy being a gentleman and also a writer"

A Magnetto Influence Philosophy

On leaving the bookstore I made my way to Boots for my rendevous with Caroline. My confidence was a bit dented and my faith in the human race was running low after the newsagent manager incident. I was there ten minutes early so I just stood outside watching the people and shoppers coming and going. Two o'clock came, quarter past two came and at half past two I was still looking for Caroline's face in the crowd, hoping that she had been held back, but in my heart I knew she wasn't coming. It was a chance out of nothing and I had ended up with nothing. I waited another five minutes then headed back to my flat wondering if I would ever get to feel the delights of a woman's flesh again. It had been so long since I had sex that I was beginning to to think I imagined that I had actually had it. For some reason I was beginning to think no one in the whole world was having sex, that it no longer existed. Maybe it was just me subconsciously making myself feel better for my lack of it. Anyhow, I was back to square one - I didn't have a clue as to where my next passion session was coming from and for any eighteen year old boy, that's a problem and a worry he can well do without.

Extract from Courses For Non-Runners a Magnetto Influence novel

Ghosts Of Old Lovers

We were in
My home town
Walking past the spot
Where we used
To meet

We had our arms
Around each other
And were talking
As if we were friends
And not lovers
Or old lovers

My thighs
Rubbed against
Her thighs

She did not seem
To mind
She just carried on
Adding to our
Conversation
Smiling and laughing
It had not been
This way before

We were now friends

The pain we both
Suffered
Was dead

A Magnetto Influence Poem

N: How is your novel going?

M: Mmm.. ok, you know, chipping away at it. When the notion takes me.

N: I'm sure Bukowski never got famous by sitting on his ass watching Starsky & Hutch.

A Magnetto Influence Conversation

Tokyo
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