Lump

I am just this fleshy, bony  Bag of body,  Enveloped in pink toned hide   And sheltered by the soft bristle  Of tiny blonde strands.   I am hard to the push,  With ossein structure   And a hole in my stomach  Waiting for life  But only being flushed with modified substance.   I am the present head of [...]

Here’s A Bit Of Me For You

There is nothing more important Than sharing yourself with others Even if their reaction isn’t what you were looking for,  If you wanted more or are left feeling sour, sore With a rage in your core Because you needed that cage of You Poured out and explored  And pawed over, Crawled through and only scored [...]

Mother: Fucker/Nature

I wish I told the flowers to shut the fuck up.  To stop admiring their own beauty, To stop talking of how others Are so infatuated with them That they want to de-petal their pretty limbs That I spoke louder with my poetry As they sung over with their own hymns  That I was too [...]

MD

Mama must’ve missed me today. Muddled in the mews and the maze  Of mundanity. Making music  With the murmurs of smoke inhalation, Mixing spit with her match made And mindlessly musing through Mate’s make-believe masterpieces Called timeline memoirs. Miserably Making it through work, massaging Her muscles with marred hands From painting murals in the boss’ [...]

Fuck You Like a Downward Facing Dog

When lowering, your weight is forward Don’t have to tell me twice Every lean over leads to topple Every topple leads to face first  And my nose needs a break, I tell you  Downward Spiral, could be Nah It’s a Pretty Hate Machine day My ears rattle My feet tap My heart beats My arms [...]

I Nearly Brought You Flowers

The sun shone then disappeared in the blink of an eye. I turned my head for a moment, and, it was gone. It felt wrong to miss it as it said goodbye but how could I have known it would leave so quickly? Suddenly the sky was dark, I missed the sun but the sun [...]

My Happy EastEnding

I can't quite Pin point What it is I'm desperate To run back to But these memories Exhaust me Thinking of When Where and Who Of happy times Bad times All the shit Over the years I've been through I hear songs That remind me Of my old tunes I watch TV and Remember Ancient [...]

Regalia

I have a firm belief that the sharpest tool In your arsenal Should be your tongue. But every pocket's pallet holds Brainless lexis and stainless steal Bovine individuals with maladroit vocabulary And slick fists I'm embarrassed by this laziness And being big in demeanour but small In wits. Being interesting but interested in Nothing. Nothing [...]