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M(P)ayday

love strings

love brings

all sorts of tidings

one thing

and another thing

led to piping

call him

talk to him

he’ll like it

maybe try it before he buys it

5K

friday

payday

maybe he’ll buy me

come sunday

church day

meet his kin

unsurety

monday

cook stew and dumpling

fry fish and pumpkin

food in stomach

maybe he’ll love me

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You and Whoever

My design didn’t work out well

what I manifested,

the negativity brought me out of my shell

Im not unexchangeable, I know that now

I’m not broken goods

but a calling from the crowd

Everything broke me

till I built myself back up from the ground

My valuables are priceless

I have assests and value

but my wallet and keys, I keep on me

a force of habit

My tits and great smile

make me ever so proud

the streets are echo’s, soundscapes so loud

signs that applaud my performance

painting me as the worlds favourite sex symbol

They want my ass between their eyes

a photo wont last longer

if my limelight goes out quicker than a green light

I’d rather be amber and red before I turn to scowl

and not stop, but go, ends my song

thighs, face and ettiquette is what they remember a woman to be

But not me

Im unapologetically three

Me myself and I

is what I’ll always be.

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Executed To Perfection

Woke up in squalor 

my body disfigured 

my womb ripped apart

infertile I was gifted 

It was my day for the hanging

the whole town would see be

Dangling legs

like the ballerina I always wanted to me

Childhood foraging 

berries so sweet

The rope lit on fire for my one last meal

Salvia tastes sweet like blackberries do 

I chocked up the key

or was my infant due?

She slipped out of me with gashes on her body

take her away before this ordeal makes me vomit

My scars are smoke signals

for the village to see

a pubescent woman with infliction's so deep

Problems, problems, too many problems

I can’t sift through them

or at least apply logic

Town square cobbles turn into maps

but unreadable at that

so I take one more look

before the path turns black

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Alienation Raving

Lonely, I have no friends to call

out drinking late with a bunch of mates

But that wasn’t the turnout at all

only one person turned up, I

Thriving from milk, eggs, “have a nice day”

Dampened down, I have no friends to call

My great uncle died two weeks ago

I don’t want to talk, but if I could

I’d be talking for days 

Grieving, I have no friends to call

I got the best news ever

a job interview

can’t tell you about it, it would be awkward, just lowe it

Over the moon, I have no friends to call

All alone, feel like the shadows can talk

smoke started lifting from the walls and the floor

Uneasy, I have no friends to call

Fuck, the screen is cracked

I dropped it on the tarmac

I can’t get my bearings 

Lost, I have no friends to call

Wonderlust, took my eyes off the ground and fell into the moat

my sight went dark and I was in a fire-lit cave

I was singing songs with a bunch of mates

Till I saw a flash 

breathed in water

clothes are weighted 

gave up and fell away

Lonely, damped down, grieving, over the moon, uneasy, lost, body bagged and zipped up, friends beside my coffin

I have no friends to call

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Bunny Boiler

Planned my whole day

just to sit and procrastinate 

Face submerged into my hands 

good luck every skipped breath 

rewards are a waiting game 

Have two women in my cellar

one to bear and one to watch in dismay 

the juvenile she births born with a cleft palate and phocolemia 

disease she wished away

but on a druken’ rant 

she said she’d do it all again

In squalor or in riches her womb would reek the same

She knew of her mates but never their wails

-genes sodden in malignancy

dark red vials

It wasn’t their weakness 

but their protector from fire 

 A pauper to a prince, her eldest son

left the home at 9 years young

toxins in his blood made him ever so strong

Singing songs down a narrow path 

Till the dirt track ended 

The chorus had repeated until his 18th birthday

Still sour 

Still bitter

and my lungs and kidneys I cant feel because I sold off for a shilling

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Sore Loser

At my own peril 

I caught love at first sight 

He starved me of oxygen 

for a month and a fortnight 

In my chamber, I’d scratch between bricks

chipping at limestone 

to be kissed the same way

Bleeding no tears, I wished it away

I can create my own fantasy

and my ‘happy ever after’ is myself locked away

My kin made in love

but in time I despise 

for carrying the genes of a prophet so kind

but he hid it so deeply 

his light-heartedness was his demise 

his blood boiled rapidly 

his skin cherry pie

Bathed in hot oil, his skin burnt away

singed away his right retina, used his hands to pave way

Fear taunted his enthusiasm

He, the animator of the jester

spoke richly of past heinous crimes

Juggled on the subject of sword handles and bandits 

his own personalized port wine 

Idle as I read 

Idle as I write 

is ignorance now the only pleasure I find?