010619
the fib
have cut me off from my Yahoo overeaters group
because of my comments about Nazanin
Thursday 30 May 2019
Sunday 26 May 2019
Saturday 25 May 2019
word jam : just a pawn
so now she's a pawn
in the arms and prisoner deals
and election too !
it would be nice
not to feel like a beggar
and a scrounger
n somebody has to
stop thinking about money
n create some love
pumping out heart energy
out fighting in the road
wearing rainbow toe socks
a truck of builders
laughing at us
the troubles within
the internal struggle
n desolate weeping
i spent ten years
being called an English bastard
here we call it SM
as the case may be
ill be thinking bout
the person I'm not with
polyamory
the only way to save a heart
trippy
ensuring that excessive force is not used
what would you do
with a drunken sailor ?
I never seem to get any work done
on a Saturday night
n Dev is a bit like a bonobo
n it was wrong of me to blame him
lycanthropy
hugging me
even as i vanish
Friday 24 May 2019
Wednesday 22 May 2019
Monday 20 May 2019
Saturday 18 May 2019
word jam : married to the muse
like as if they'll let her go for free
i seem to have made a huge mess
when will we have a screen rebellion ?
Greenland is on fire
n we're breathing out all this heat
these ugly thoughts
look so insane
n all this stuff
like sticky goo
another nail in the coffin
dragging her in there
playing with her dolls
wriggle out of it
married to the muse
it matters as much
as a little puff of cookies
on the helm's voyage
long as the organ's creepy
i don't know what I'm doing
or where I'm going
im addicted to it
and as such lacking in moral fibre
lacking in loyalty
and that's not what i was apologising for !
Mozart will never sound like that again
he was very very real
in ways i couldn't entirely fathom
n a part of me is still there
this is like chimpanzees
foraging in the wild
so whats more important
the place where you jumped off
or the place where you landed
doing the dirty work
I'm of bad character
i guess i have split personalities going on
reptilians ?
Dev wouldn't say that
n it was all pain
Friday 17 May 2019
archives from 2006
married to the muse
the paper fell open
in a zig zag shape
the pack split
redressed fantasy
whatever way
don't mind if you funk it
it matters as much
as a little puff of cookies
on the helm's voyage
long as the organ's creepy
hope nobody sees
when you share your stuff
too close to the thruster
hoppers in flottage
thyratons stressing
pulse width unmodulated
on the coccyx rebounds
how many pairs of eyes
grasped the voltage ?
10.06.06.
Thursday 16 May 2019
Monday 13 May 2019
Saturday 11 May 2019
Friday 10 May 2019
word jam : prisoner swap
to be honest
i don't really know where i landed
it wasnt anything consistent
a prisoner swap
is what they are proposing
Negar Ghotskani
she is going to die
the pain is unbearable
this is white torture
in solitary
why can't i find a picture of her
pay the effing debt
you stubborn and ignorant
bungling buffoons
smoke signal is going up
n the sound Om
n every night
i get shot and attacked by dogs
I'm single, female and disabled
i should just put up and shut up
and old it seems
is it normal to have these faults
or am i just making excuses for him ?
i have no dignity
I'm just a kidney
so what am i some sort of curiosity then
to be laughed at
like some person in a Victorian asylum
not the sort of guy
that would normally produce flashing lights
n I'm that sort of girl
n then Starsey was born
lets call this one Oblivion
k so where did she jump from
n what was the last place she went to
before she landed
Monday 6 May 2019
Saturday 4 May 2019
Friday 3 May 2019
word jam : barking n gunshot
it hurts to hear barking n gunshot
she doesnt know him like i do
so if i watched porn
would that be cheating on my partner
or would it make me
less clingy to him
or if i think about it
in my head
i did that with two friends
n there was sharing going on
is he the wine that pours from
your lute ? is he the music
that comes from a place
where music is
redundant?
that
makes a sound
only Gods and devils
can hear? is he the beginning
and the end of the circle
where time stands still
that you can feel under your skin
a hundred miles away ... does
he make your soul blossom
like a orchid in a
hothouse
your stilettoes
compliment the muscle
under the gauze
As throngs of excited guitar
beat applause
his hair looks subtle
under the chiffon
how about his mate
kept in suspense
thick fingers
study the elastic
we paint his lips with khol
and fruited lipsalve
trace contours of his chest
what is so funny
he can hardly stand up.
as he grapples me for the handle
you think the weirdest things
n this is a wild card
a throw of the dice
n it wasnt where i landed
Wednesday 1 May 2019
Trixy archives from 2012
Friday, 20 July 2012
is he your
mate? does he
make your strings hum
with the taste of summer bees?
is he the wine that pours from
your lute ? is he the music
that comes from a place
where music is
redundant?
that
makes a sound
only Gods and devils
can hear? is he the beginning
and the end of the circle where time
stands still who's voice is absolute law ?
that brings up the joy in you like a
dormant plot awaiting the
gardeners touch
where
you play together
like a same species ... where
another might be just an understudy ...
that you can feel under your skin
a hundred miles away ... does
he make your soul blossom
like a orchid in a
hothouse
vibrating like a
hummingbird greeting
you at the dawn like a ripe
honeydew who's words bubble
up in you all night that you cannot
sleep and have lost control of the wheel ...
11.07am 19.07.12.
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