potty
opportunity knocked
and I, I did not dare
to answer the door
midday vibrations (A – part 1)
I found myself a man being
muchly in love with jeopardy
SHE was a mother of four
though twenty years amarried
no bothering for me
my senses extraordinary
pure lust pulsating steadily
as the bell chimed noon
sugar glider possum
this country is not
my country
nor should it be
your country
the made up borders
white picket fences only
divide and segregate
the stress of
waking up to
a sugar glider possum
barking solely
reconfirming the truth of
stress growing
no borders
no worries
no questions
no lies
Open Heart Surgery (part 1)
One rainy Friday night of evenings
recent as one measure time
bored out of my whits completely
dulled by drinking cheapish wine
I thought I’d try asomething new
to spice up an existence poor
I gathered my sharpened tools
Japanese shining knives of old
headed down the basement dark
to mend the broken piece
No smoke without fire
In the heat of the moment
our moment
my napalm nausea
and rage overflowing
our innocense lost to
fires burning stronger
the pulp and the
harbinger of death
combined
the pyre smouldering
yet
S.C.U.M
I would happily give you
the knife
the enabler
to go forth and prosper
slicing parts of me
into oblivion
My birth coinciding with
Your manifesto calling
for the cutting of the MEs
I understand your grief
though not how man’s
demise would ever
fulfill your dreams
.
.
.
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: my feminine manifesto
a rat called pudsy
Born in the gutter I was not // far from it removed I was // a roof covered most of my crown jewels shimmering // a leaky bucket in gold acovered withering // I grew in length and aptitude // scholarly visit were regular occurrence // with age came understanding // though not as expected // the world seemed different // scary and nasty // I withdrew from it all // with nobody caring // no questions asked or suggestions sharing // a life in solitude // a narrow path of flight // the only route of escape was through the gutter downspout
ego sum, sed non requiescent
I admit I sometimes sleep
it helps to keep the mice at bay
They crawl inside my veins most days
the shaking never stops
I try and drown them one by one
breathless whimpers in my mind
Mindless racing
Thoughts alight
another sleepless night
awaits