The Stream
The Stream
Pit brown, eddies like molasses
Trout, their underbellies speckled
with mottled brown marks swim
inside a subterranean world
Ceaseless the water runs
Never the same pattern
As in life the moment passes
and can never be lived again.
Saturday 19th November 2022 5:24 pm
The Devil
Can no one fall from the frown of the circle
tree trunk heavy from past trust tithes
Deep blue eels that run under the skin
ready to cut, taking fronds of blood
Chant for triggers, for lapses, for minds
finish my turn when he's had enough.
Clothed fringed with moments of madness,
as we claw at their pig skin seams
Tear the etiquette away as we fall.
The beast corner...
Sunday 4th September 2022 4:59 pm
Men Confusion
My world has come to an end.
Co-dependent like a child to a Dad
Losing my sexuality through men-o-pause
Obliterate me with your gaze
but don’t try to command my soul
the one I thought was the one
is the only love who’s been the truth
but I have fucked him over with my ego.
I let myself go but you were just the same
The dark haired, mum fuck that you have
Not reco...
Thursday 27th January 2022 6:35 pm
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