It rises high—falls
kicked around carelessly,
children love playing soccer.

I hurt, plead
filled with guilt, the thief steals—
a heart in love.

Tension, tedious talk
propaganda all in speeches,
a room of politicians.

A quiet night was
under the covers of love—
a husband decides to ****.

A black surface
lips before were cold—
as a cigarette burns.

Swish, and swash
an imaginative game
a stick used as a sword.

Brown jam
blaring sounds an hour—
earphones with wax.

Speedy words
hates another colour,
the racist is here.

The covers white,
the covers red and love—
POP! Virgins no more.