I’ve screwed up
I’m clued up
Gut sinking
fuck
blinking
And gaze reflectively.
But I can’t control it. Those tender nauseating gaps keep cracking open, letting in the slime.
Category: free verse
You are you
Duck breast, moscatel (?) or sherry
Pears
Green beans
Potatoes.
Just another night, a long night,
just right.
Clouds and mountains move across the sky.
Papaya, kiwi, apples
In a bowl and another salad
on the side.
Where are my friends?
Where have they all gone? Where have they all gone to? Where are all the muff divers Beaver bumpers Slit lickers Mound humpers Where are all the lesbians? Where is their throaty laughter? Where are all their chuckles? The swagger and bright hellos Grins and kind eyes Quick jokes and helpful hands Where are all the lesbians? Where have my friends gone? Where have they run off…
humming
humming in, breathing out
mindfulness, time,
timelessness a luxury –
no appointments on the horizon
A fat duck
A fat duck sits on the fenceHindquarters engulf a narrow metal barTail feathers criss-crossed, forest green and surprising whiteThe odd head-bulb, quiet, sharply cocked How does she do that,Wonders a bare-leafed winter treeThe thickly covered silver green carpetWaits to be crushed Ice-tipped mud oozing and stiffAs lowly quackers trample and hopeHopping, stepping, openingWings to embrace…
Sweet
Muffin and cake and cake and muffin and muffin and cake and cake and muffin and pie. And pie.
Four pm
energy lulled in icy drafts stumbling up a staircase confused. a last breath at four pm was felt a world away. forgotten, dusty, quiet memory.
My Body
My body is a revolution. This body of work – This body electric, Singing. My body is a battlefield. This landscape dotted With struggle and change. Fighting. My body is a temple. This celestial dance – Millennia surround us. Determined. My body is mine, My body is mine, My body.
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