Quarantining. A fancy word for agoraphobia made popular by the pandemic of 2020. My kid is doing classes from a computer screen. Our environment is healing itself. Surrealism. Working from the comfort of your own home. Inflation. Inflation. Currently unavailable. Until further notice. Everyone is in Jack from the Shining mode. Elders and children areContinue reading “Quarentine at the end of the world”
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10
Wolf in sheeps clothing My rock was actually sand Broken shattered glass His spell is broken I said I’d wait forever Hunting bones for sport Paranormal you Play the field in Satan’s lair Succubus you’ll miss Do you ever feel That is sad because i do I’ll feel for you too October baby The narsissticContinue reading “10”
Revolution #9
Sometimes i feel like I’m floating, hovering about. Sometimes i feel like I’m sailing in the ether as my feet start to lift off the ground. Sometimes inbetween the atrophy i dip jerk and grunt. Sometimes there is space in between my gown and the soil as i defy gravity. Sometimes it takes a nightmareContinue reading “Revolution #9”
Poem 8
I’m flailing I’m sailing into the unknown I’m drowning but who’s counting i chose the wrong door I’m craving it’s hailing his touch once more I’m breaking he’s throwing my love on the floor I’m concaving the breakage it’s a thousand years old I’m waiting in vain for a knock on the door His presenceContinue reading “Poem 8”
Rap
They call me B i live on the streets between the tweakers and the hustlers but they still think I’m chique. He has me beat in a renegade track meet. Regret runs deep in a soul crushing sweep. Lies are the promises you never meant to keep. Close the door on what’s done before asContinue reading “Rap”
Ode to me
A pervasive poetic hallucinatory coming of age nightmare. Love lust and sheer madness has never been executed with such precision. Lowbrow narration of an unparalleled level miss Toy will go down in history as one of the greatest story tellers of her generation. A must read.
Poem 7
I locked my libido in a music box and threw away the key. I hold hands with the sandman in my own purgatory. The ballerina never springs up or twirls for me but instead lay on her side. forever in slumber but alert enough to come alive for me to remember. My tiny dancer waitsContinue reading “Poem 7”
Depression
Signs of extreme mental illness Sleeping all day Minimising loved ones accomplishments Devaluing other people’s happiness Not eating/binge eating Not changing your clothes Not leaving the house Not trying new things or visiting old hobbies that brought you joy. Not seeing friends Not trying to meet new people Letting the world pass you by FrequentContinue reading “Depression”
Poem 666
Sometimes reality catches up with the fantasy. Sometimes a cold of the body or mind intefers from the projection of perfection i try to initiate. Sometimes even the stars don’t shine bright enough for my liking. Sometimes the rainbows bend and morph turning black and blue dripping blood and ink and lose their mystique. SomeContinue reading “Poem 666”
High times aka poem #5
I used to party. Lines blue yellow white. Walked crooked sway fall dip into the closest dive. Truck drivers bikers and bass players all once loved your girl. Beaten into mental bondage by the drunk tweaker blinded by sunlight. We eat candy bars laced in lunacy. You never had to hide who you are. IContinue reading “High times aka poem #5”