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PoArtry – The Enforcer

Artwork by Derek Baker.
Poem based on the Image

I twist caps just to hit rats

Takes balls to have a racket, I prefer brick bats

More flaps than Barbour jackets when I’m packing

All gravy when I’m chip stacking

Poker face play the big blind

Take the biscuit and leave the cracker lacking

No slacking, I stick and move, more weight than body shamed youth

Move muted as abusive twitter mentions

Only need planning permission when the scope is extended

Pay up, it’s the best way to end this

Otherwise, it’s red dot on all offenders

I’m a debt collector not a death clock

Ain’t a portrait with my head shot!

Bow!!!

If you heard that, nurse that or it’ll be a bittersweet symphony, where’s your verve at?

I exorcise where you work at.

My nines take lives I wish they were cats

You don’t want those problems

I blew veins for the cheese like I had a dare me intolerance

This ain’t the kind of mud you want to wallow in

What’s the point of debt if the last you have left is the time and air you’re borrowing?

This is the kind of wisdom that would have Solomon swallowing

Pay day is May Day and my steel will steal away with no alarm no caution

Green light on a red head that doesn’t heed a warning.

Bring the heat to your world like I was global warming.

Take your girl and your son cos I’m a knight that doesn’t need her morning.

If you never rolled the dice I wouldn’t have arrived to leave your soul on ice.

Say goodnight and hello to Bruce Forsyth

It was nice to see you, nice.

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Pistons

Carry me home

Slay bells toll

A maze in this mould, bridging the gap

Burning soles find heaven I’m trying to put my face on the map

Why smash your pumpkin when you’re a sweet potato

I carry me home on this crowded railroad.

Adding carriages can be painful and I hate reservations.

Carry me home shattering webs and fathoming dust.

 

Die? Me?

I rust raging rainbows

There’s levels to this painting.

 

Your stares dress me on fleet streets where you’ll find that I’m a neon pink and lime shrine

You’ve got to be a pupil to see me in more than black n’ white

Oh, you think death is strange?

So it’s not just I.

If life is a cycle I’m here for the ride

 

I’m here to shake chandeliers of shamanic tears till diamonds find their way to their crown.

Is death an emergency stop or a slowing down?

 

Carry me home canoodling setting concrete.

Carry me home crowd-funded by choruses and crashes.

Feed me clashes to comb

There’s science to the magic but I don’t want to know.

As I know sure as the slay bells toll

I’ll just use it to carry me home.

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Squatting in Space

Railing from missteps

Time slips through my fingers

I can’t catch breaths

With every blink, I beat my breasts and suckle solar flares

Somehow I’m running from my right to be bare

Yeah!

I wash in polarising pools of platitudes and curses

What’s love if they only say patience is a virtue?

My life ain’t chapters they’re verses

I hammer definitions like a wordsmith.

Flattered by my flaws there’s no iron in my steel.

I’m arrested by bars but.

Somehow I am the keys I can’t feel.

How can I drive my life if everything else takes the wheel?

You tell me

What’s the formula one needs?

Is it bleed, heal and repeat?

Is it greet, grope and retreat?

Is it please, police, preach and never teach?

When you’re aiming for the stars….

You don’t lighten the darkness reaching for bleach!

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Home Is A Diving Board

diving board

Trapped between the sound of splashing and touching water

Wearing fanfares to allay fear

Fostering first finishes from ticks glimmering

They say…

Stand within ear shot of the gun to know your target

Is clapping the fruit of the harvest?

Drown, and become a compass from a floating carcass.

Another one who did the math only to make up the numbers

Saddled with sackcloth, shame and numbness

Straddling feint margins, seeking waves as markers.

Struggling to strum the melody of the barking.

Seeking to beat this with heartstrings.

A war-torn dome is only enlightened by stillness.

Choose your weapon before tumbleweed kills you.

Strike with every breath, release gold or reach home.

Time the trapeze, then reach and step.

Let your soul know this was a good body to rent.

 

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FROM

Image result for journey

Snap chat masking me

What is Masculinity?

His story is mine.

Wheels of the divine?

Magnolia tears screeching

Preaching can’t reach in

Chat rooms and emails

Soul ties and habits

Are they devils or detail?

Masculinity

On the ropes and off the rails

All is vanity

All I’ve got is me

Hands low chin tucked backing up.

Trying to give a

Swing for upper crust

Walk on to the uppercut

Dying to give a

Mourning a mauling

Stabbing at stepping forward

Falling without love.

Ballads and parables

Man of cool to manacles

Just a wailing wall

 

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