The Prey

 

Panic took over

best not to see.

The worst offender

offered sympathy

in the form of a shoulder

propped up by a boulder

ready to crush

if the cards did not flush

ready to flee

abandoning once more

the sympathy station

the sympathy whore.

Weep with your violin

proud standard lamp.

Weep with your dagger

crank up the angst.
Weep with your stomach

cowardly retching.

Weep with your words

that did all the stretching.

The Spit

 

Diluted by distance 
built-up resistance

with mortar and self and some bone.
My sea has been muzzled,
waves cease and lost puzzles
bite tides, coned off by thorned stones.

The Dam is all damned
He’s all now but shammed, 
awaiting angry air from the lungs. 
No butterfly effect
just the body reject.
hot saliva mixed by a sour tongue.

SPIT

Stale

The Funeral Fairy Cakes
were fine on the day
Stodgy sickly comfort rammers
to drink with my Martini.
I've kept four in a tin
withering
like you
injected with sugar
like you
wearing fuck you fancy dress.
Butterfly cakes would have been more fitting
I could watch them soar
to the great cake cloud in the sky.
These four
will be buried in my garden
in the rusting Roses prison
patted with earth and words
with the cliched scratched one
just above the surface.

Perhaps the word will change over time.

Strange Tea

Keep hands and mouth busy

Can't inhale quick enough 
the prescribed brown liquid

Fill as much as you can
into hamster cheeks

sPit onto wall
and call it Art

'The Death of a one'
now dribbles down and stains
my chosen lemon shade

I get a biro and mark the outline
trying to create some form of pickled memory
to preserve in citrus

I dice an onion and
create tears.

2 Blood Poems

 

Transfusion

Detached

Yet attached

A negative beginning

I cast a spell with my anti-kells

Two parts from

A stranger.
Have picked up an oddity

Put my babes in danger
Pre blood fix

Match and mix.
I change my make-up

and wipe away clumps of mascara

over a faded print out.

They won’t let me give any back

Ample Nurse

She warmed the bags

against her bosoms.

It’s better warm

The body likes it warm.

I tried out a laugh and lay on my

extra squidgy bed

It’s better soft

The body likes it soft.

Kid gloves,

Smiles are kept by the door.

Everyone uses the hygiene gel
before

they
put them
on.

Screw You

YOU wouldn’t be able to tell

The colour of MY eyes

Instead

Take this view of my back

turned by a lathe

an expanse of cracked skin

taut with amber pulsing sores

failing your symmetrical test.

clock without a face.

This skin has now thickened.

Extra layers of fat from many winters

have varnished me

like some conker conqueror.

YOU try shave me against my will

YOU stick me in a vice

tightening screws so I am wedged.

I will never turn for you

YOU try to sand me course

I cling on to aged rusty nails

all notched and diseased

Repelling you, jolting you

Sparking you, splintering you

Avoiding you.

YOU try and smelt me,

hammering me into sawdust

chiselling me into nothing.

Go ahead Fucker
GO ON!!

I’ll gauge out my eyes

before I ever look at yours
again.

CUT

Curses come in quick
Ugly is her bitterness
The pin still jabs in

Toilet Block

Neat cubicles

tempting you to pee

pure yellow

on the floor

and examine.

Always have.

   But never did.

Always wanted to...

   

   I mean,

who hasn’t?

Much

This was here when I arrived.
The default setting with humming bird pretty
Peach overtones
look SO nice
looks like
I won't have to think.

 much