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Jay Kay Jan 2017
"Life is Hard
And So am I"
He sang.
I listened.
And I laughed.
And a tear fell into my lap.
Because the world is soft
And round
And wet
And sad
And I'm too sensitive
For these difficult times.
Jay Kay Dec 2016
There is a building
with two people's chalk silhouettes painted
High up
Super high up
on the front.
Did they jump?
Or were they traced on the ground and the house was flipped right side up?
Jay Kay Dec 2016
A Woman brought her Baby to a Kink Store Yesterday.
She filled her Stroller to the Brim,
And then She Rolled Away.
Spotted on 13th Street.
  Nov 2016 Jay Kay
Charles Bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the ****** and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to ***** up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
Jay Kay Aug 2016
Zip
You know, it's funny how a person can change their style and lose their grace,
They drop their old familiar face and zip a new one back on.

But the zipper is obvious
Nothing but cartoon character on your T.V. set.
Killing children's dreams and wishing upon a star.

All mixed up and upside down, but the puzzle piece was right where you left it. The picture is complete.
I mean.
It looks complete.

The salamander sitting on your windowsill crawls in and out of sight until he sets up camp in your bed and doesn't move for another three years.
Even after you call exterminators, the ******* thing won't die.

You close your eyes to try to run, but your friend has been hiding behind the curtains,
Waiting for your sign so they can escape too.

The puzzle smashes to the floor,
Something rolls under the bed,
The salamander attaches itself to your ear,
A child unzips your costumes and exposes you for the regular human you are.
They scream.

Then everything is black and there's nothing but your breathing in the night.

And you wake up.
Well.
Then you try to wake up.
Then you lay there.

A sharp pin in your side....
Huh.
There's that missing piece.

You wake up.
Circa 2009. I think this is about an ex-boyfriend.
Jay Kay Aug 2016
The Creative Juices are Flowing
And Now My Pants Are Soaked
A family friendly non-rhyming couplet.
Jay Kay Aug 2016
The days turn into sand
The night is a deadly rodent and the feathers of our young are thrown about in a reckless, god-fearing, nature.
Cast aside like a stove in heat, teenage hormones running to catch up to the few that are too far ahead.
The bills flying through the air, attached to the parrots they were born to.
Why live where questions are the answers to the questionable comments and unheard statements.
I think I was, like, 15 when I wrote this. Tweaked a bit, for maturity purposes.
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