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  Apr 2018 Tanisha Jackland
Ollie Bee
He smells like stale cigarettes// which isn’t to say he smells bad// it's more to say he smells lonely// like the only comfort he gets is from the smoke that turns his teeth yellow// and his teeth are yellow// or maybe off white// but they drip chocolate from between them anyways// like his bite could be sweetened by a little bit of candy// but they drip dark chocolate// and dark chocolate is bitter// and he is bitter// and he can’t breathe unless his lungs are clouded with smoke// that spills to his heart// his stomach// his throat// he smells lonely, he smells bitter// which isn’t to say he might not be a little sweet// it’s more to say the first taste is more cigarettes than chocolate// the first bite is more smoke than candy// the first love is more bitter than sweet//
about a boy and a love that existed for forever. until it didn't.
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2018
We have forgotten ourselves again
lost in the darkness
of this void but it is the cocoon
to something deeper
and with teeth
hmmmm...
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2018
The waters are rising
fish are finless and dying
we have toxic bodies and minds
we are killing off the only
wisdom we have left

the indigenous are endangered
the animals are game
the trees and plants have given up
kind people are kneaded out

All the things that made
us once great
How dare us sulk over
nothing
The audacity of us to bask in
glory of our false privilege
We are our own worst enemies
desperate rabid wolves
the lot of us

What's happening
is that some of us have
forgotten our propensity
for kindness
to be humane
to serve others
to love as we will
and to have mercy on them
the others

but most of all we have
made our Mother mad.
She's a pip.
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2018
I feel my bones soften
when I kiss you
then I am this supine
and mysterious thing
a black cat caught hot in
the moon-lit heat
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2018
The roses aren't ripe
they still run the
sullen color of the sky

the berries are bitter still
they will turn
your mouth against you
if you are not careful

the bananas haven't
softened and sweetened
and melted on your tongue
that is how I know
there is something healing
and urgent upon the wind
which cannot be destroyed
Healing from the inside out...
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2018
Have you come for me
dust light settling peach
flames in your eyes sparkling
divine like the root
of my chakra

You are stardust to me
all brilliant
promising smile
that makes you humble
a cloaked God

You feel all
warm gold dripping
sweet from your lips

Precious diamond
what friction made you
cunning as a wolf

I am your prey
soon devoured
offering my flesh
to you
Have I met God?
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2018
She had wasted her life
When womanhood
seemed so obvious
the mending of hems
and souls
came natural for her
Nightingale girl
with the big heart
who looks after you
they've taken advantage again
selling you short like
the plank that you'd walk
when you finally notice
that he's not into you anymore
and all the babies you saved
and all the makeup you wore
with all those dishes you broke
were all done in vain...
Good girls gone bad
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