Boy in the corner

Trade your suit and glasses for sackcloth and ashes

Remain pure to your past self, unmasked and passive

Stay sophomoric and tragic, take slap shots, and don’t panic!

Affray? We’ll wreak havoc, you’ll be a mascot for the moribund

Stay savvy, trade your muses and nuance for fame and famine

Pyramid schemes for your dreams, is it fair?, oh you’ll manage

Imagine what we fashion when we see through your glasses.

Tape your education through conversation then charge you for classes

We’ll rape your souls in the marriage bed and claim it never happened.

So what will it be, your roots or our fruits?

The trenches or the barracks?

Do you believe anything will stick if we hold the field of carrots?

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7/30 “Monster’s Ball”

Curveball gallery.

Many see the bat signal.

Who’s catching who out?

Paper Thin Walls

Paper thin walls
They keep mixing colours
Blending her out
On those paper thin walls
Paper can’t cover the cracks
On those paper thin walls
A doodle draws a whimper
The thought of making murals musters mournful murmurs from those paper thin walls

Passed around like a guest book at a funeral
The feeling fading as they drive away
The whitewash isn’t cleansing
A broken slate is never wiped clean
She is only 15
Miss Paper Thin Walls

Laying bricks, roofless
All her rocks are demons dancing in the sea of safety
Her will shredded like leaked script pages
She’s an over plucked daisy
On her knees she a dress maker seeking out hope like a lost sequin
Wondering where was God when man destroyed the self she’d believed in

Miss Paper Thin Walls pores over scattered bricks
From the many times her box has been ticked she’s an exam in herself
Exiled from affection, ignoring the laws of attraction.
Hands that reach her are fractured to heal her scars
When she’s fully built she may be chasing cars
For now…..she’s in thrall to the casket of cat calls
These travails are an ailment of which no ointment can heal
When she’s fully built she’ll bruise the serpent’s head and heal
She’ll no longer be Miss Paper Thin Walls

The Truth

A booty call cause I don’t want to walk in your shoes

I’ll give you that funk for a night and call it mo’ better blues

Ignoring your messages is the message I’ll choose

My body needed inspiration and you were my muse

Don’t want you at my roots or to expose my ruse

This is my path for the moment you can rue my rues

I’m not cold but you can feel my flues, enjoy some hot weather

Turn a good person into booty call cause I can’t name my treasure

Spin you that hot line feed you with some hot lying

You loved how it was….ok fine

Your presence is all I needed not your soul and mind

Thought it was more grow up and stop cryin’

It was like ecstasy in Zion yet you’ve got leave the mount some time

Unless I have a Damascus experience and call you my sunshine

Till then if you want to make more music you’ll have to find a booth

See I lied to you when I said you were the truth

You took it as the truth but now I’ve had you, I don’t want you like that

Departure Lounge

Dear

oh it doesn’t matter

Mad as a hatter because I allowed your small plate to sit next to my platter

Grace my table with irreverent chatter while I feed your mind I find myself starved of decent conversation

We twist and turn like ice creams covering ourselves in that sweet sauce of lust

A desire for a good thing causes us to trust in the idea of trust without studying the mental photo of us

We dust off our baggage and brace ourselves for a rollercoaster

We’d rather be a Warhol poster than a negative in the darkroom

Sweeping the truth with the hardbroom of ignorance to the facts

We connect better disconnected so lets not beat ourselves into this and hope friendship covers tracks

We both want new roots to replace those hacked

Been rolled up like a door mat and smoked like a cheap spliff

It’s not enough to be seen as a drug yet our abusers aren’t good enough to sniff

I find I snort the game, yet you and I are each others supply of novocaine

We need to take control again, get out the window seat and declare I’ll be fly

Develop a new operating system a new U, I

We gotta precede to proceed

Sometimes you’ve gotta be grieved to be relieved

It’s like the release of held pee after you’ve heard that flush

The grass is only greener when you’ve grown it and treated it

Only then can it be lush, plush and give you that rush

Make you feel like its slowed down to your time

Our time

That’s if after all these checks in the airport of the mind your baggage is labelled alongside mine

See I just need time to check in with my mirror before I let anyone be an extension of my reflection

I crave attention, love affection, love to be loved but times I need detention

Learn the lesson of my retention before your name is the first humane I mention cos

Even though your nearer than I think

I don’t want to miss you if I blink, dismiss you if I get a hint that something simply ain’t right

Matter of fact we’re shaking hands until I know you’ll be around to watch this ink dry

Regardless