Saturday, 23 October 2021

word jam : painting as a song





the cam girl is about to tell me
that nobody is listening and that I'm tired
which she does about 1 am every night

chuckster getting started
on his ' married couple standup routine '
author is weighing in too
with her very public desire for me
n she promotes gay conversion therapy

chuckster and other occult forces
probably ruined a few of my relationships
so that i dont know how they would have panned out

k n im waiting for someone to turn me on

painting as a song
my legs were shaking
n this is not about politics
ive made a little ghost baby

i smell great
after all that light blasting through me

taking out all my anger
rubble falling away
a blissful devastation
fluffy plumes of pink light
like fairy lights in the window

there were only two players
but the other one was not aware of the game
light released from the root chakra
leaving a crater

the tension builds to a crescendo
like a bucking horse
finding energy i didnt have
i am caught on the end of a hook
thrashing about and gasping for air
my limbs splayed like an octopus

i could have picked someone more convenient
for an easier life
but then i wouldnt get the growth

he is light hearted and fun
without being shallow
and his communication is very contemporary and kind

i melted like a Salvador Dali

im not very ceremonious am i

earthquake techtonic plate
my sense of reality is shaken
the earth opens up and swallows me
is this the psychosis that saw Ophelia

shimmering scintillation
muscle spasms like a snail

thats a bit personal isnt it
it stings like a wasp
nearly got side tracked there
but not where you think
i am obliterated
never mind their artful tactics
we are scatologically ours
nobody does it better

whole heap a trouble
tryna keep up with a young stud




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