badtaste

badtaste Jul 2019

give me a chance to take time
to take you away
from this place that you say
you need space to find
your own name
someone stole
your birthday
lovely it's ok...
(I know that feeling)
we get old
we die to early
time to live like
life ended yesterday
I got cobwebs covering my covers
stuck on a spooky new excitement
I can't sleep just have to speak
until my tongue falls
out my head
(not an understatement)

for Isobel Webster

#rap

badtaste Jul 2019

thisfeeelslikea WALL

ITS SO DUMB AND TALL!
CANT GET ROUND ATALL!!
LEGG SOO HOTTT
HOT HOT LEG
leg so hot it fry an egg"

made by a friend of mine

badtaste Jun 2019

spoiled sport learns love!

my elders consider my punishment like prison
separated from my phone but linked to a chain in my home
for 7 days any kid my age wouldn't survive but suffer
what's for supper?
wait, last night double pound
McStuffer burger?!
but dad...
mother!
I'm trying a new diet tonight and am in immediate incapacity
of filling my bottomless pit's wildest delights
perhaps an offer...(?)
every night I must survive
we can all share a nice family supper

this just in extra extra!!!

badtaste Jun 2019

tin foil hat

purpose proposes plenty of silly post apocalyptic antidotes
such as a disease and grief seen as a remedy giving plenty
future weapons of mass destruction a new purpose
but the birth of this seed needs lots of hidden conspiracies
so if we blind our kind of any true sign from
our past we will surpass all the government securities
and illness of any kind can be seen with some perspective
in mind

badtaste Jun 2019

My vacation in Chicago...

I've seen it all...
the deserted
become the damaged
burning themselves against
a graffiti sanctuary
called
heaven's wall.

never going back to that underpass...

#chicago

badtaste May 2019

it's just some...

serious nonsense
toxic love sickness
getting greener
when she comes over
after just giving him
a kiss

...you know what?
never mind...

badtaste May 2019

Untitled

Prologue
_________________
it started when
I was writing love letters
in hues of beige
marking in white chalk
a path just to talk
with the woman
in every paper
soon
-on our first date-
we both were
eating the elephant
and got full from
a smorgasbord
of smiling conversations
those where
the days

******
_________________
now I remember
I am a prisoner
awoken from the coma
that was
the daydream
with the woman
I once loved
and who's warmth
left me cold
crying
tears of beige

"blue windows"

#bhaji