Those four red lines
do not represent any journey
we have had
or will.
I am not climbing
your ladder of
hurt and
self loathing.
The compass you used
will take us in a new direction
of red sands
and deserts.
Let that be your guide
and do not dig that
needle in again unless
it's to pinpoint our travels.

My favourite time is
when I carried you
through ripe
bananas, melons, cucumbers
and hated them
choked in my throat
but saw a way through
mixing smoothies
to no use
abuse
so
nothing I did
or advice I took
was ever quite true
silent
keeping vitamins inside
it was serious
swallowing things so vile
couldn't see
past the life mapped out
in a bedroom of blue
strawberries, oranges, lemons
a fruit
I grew
you
flew.

There should be a way
to just save thoughts and
feelings
automatic
come back
with no setting
just there
a thought on the air.
I've lost mine
and it won't come back
exactly as I needed
to say.
Lost
but with support and
if this were
entwined in
everything
you can redo and rewind.
Hello!
It's Poetry xxxx

# most apps save and you don't lose

A scent wafts in today
and I start making my own goals
in the wrong direction,
fingers clogged with dirt
nails raw
clawing with that uttermost splurt
that sends my head spinning
with no reflection.

Or maybe it's because it's May
and in-between my ***-holes
the wind is a distraction
minds filled with hurt
heart sore
feeling with that need to blurt
that sends my soul winning
with no detection.

A tongue
Used for exploring
Mmmm!
Everywhere I've been.


A tongue used for licking
Mmmm!
Soft swirls of cream.

A tongue used for circling
Mmmm!
Parameters so extreme.

A tongue used for flicking
Mmmm!
Pebbles in a stream.

A tongue used for speaking
Mmmm!
On a particular theme.

A tongue used for shrieking
Mmmm!
Fantasies in my dream.

A tongue
Your tongue
My tongue
All tongue
          Oh My God...... Words
                                                    Just
Come!

In the ill-considered dark
Behind electric lights
Rats
Like an oil slick
Poured into the night
Unseen.
Their blind pink eyes;
Blood dripping on
Varicose Street
Where revolving insomniacs
Gathered
To greet a future
Hard Won
A destiny of dust
Inconsequential motes
Bought by votes.

Take a chill pill
Relax
Sit slack
Have a crack
It's not real.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN
IT'S TOTALLY OBSCENE
THAT I'M NOT ALLOWED
TO BE ON THE SCENE?

Take my chill pill
Adapt
Hit back
Have a knack
It's surreal!