a rose by the hour
floral shower
florid stain

the waxy lip
(incarnadine)
blooms for the sweet
and fragant touch

of
that young lily

iced and white
with blushed insides
and forbidden
fruit.

there is a timeless tale
within those pearls
within that smile

of youth

pulchritude

purity.

there is a quintessential
romance
beneath that lust
(that noisome desire)

heart beating and breaking
and pulsating and

suffocating

the light from the room
and the gold from the sun
and the bud
from her mother.

dulcet petal
browned
and grotesque
posioned by
romantic unrest
yet


a rose by the hour

floral shower

florid

stain.

We spend our days watching, by the hour,
The Kardashians in their ivory tower

Fifty-one million one can make,
And yet from the poor we continue to take.

With another tape, they could make more
Here men are, paying, preaching; “she’s a *****!”

Punter, performer; why is only one disallowed?
Sexes sin equally; Mz Davidson would be so proud

But a role model she is! Some also bark.
What about Wu Zetian, Zenobia, Joan of Arc?

They are lost, not as important as ingot
Instead we’ll recall Weinstein, bigot.

Stories of their tweets dominate the BBC
But where is the plight of the LEDC?

Bleed my mind out
Onto paper again
It’s in a cage
I’m full of rage
Things can’t be the same.
**** a phase, this is a chapter
Turn the page, streets in flames
Things can’t be the same.
I feel the pain when I see their eyes
And I can **** near taste it
They wanna rewrite history
But the noise too loud
So they can’t erase it
Things can’t be the same
Light it
Gone

I sit in the same ******* chair
everyday, it’s a weird shape,
it looks like a square trying to be a circle.
And, so gratefully it matches the floor.
Colour coordination? check.

I drink at the coffee shop indefinitely,
daily. I hate the way the seats began
to mould to my body’s bitter behaviour,
like the chair is my theatrical therapist.

The sticky seat ***** on my snub-nosed
sedation to get up and move
as I sit perfectly still,
watching a brilliantly busy world go by.
And the nice girl is asking me
“do you want the latte to take away?”
No. I’m alright,
I’ll drink it in here thanks.

Sally doesn’t get the puzzle,
maybe she’d be better
at the pub quiz. Or perhaps,
she should just stay at home,
watch T.V.

Sally places a cereal bowl
on the teatime table,
cooking dinner is a chore,
and her finger sting from a burn.

Sally doesn’t iron the towels,
or the kitchen table –
that would be strange.
Instead, she pours beer
onto the floor
and leaves it to stick.

Sally’s not sure
if she’s sad
or if she’s happy.
Either way
both are just existing.

The loud rumble that is tumbling weeds down serendipity-
yet drought ridden western terrain in the barren countryside of red
rocky mountain high and piercing blue sky.

I see blood red soil-
that rather sit in the pits of misery than- drink.
From the clouds of gods in the night-
so listen to me when the heat begins to rise- and seas fall.

The loud rumble that is tumbling **** down serendipity-
started it all,
                                                        A Million- Years Ago.

Such a phenomenon- stars.
Falling- falling out of the sky a once in a life time event occurs only,
Once and I stare-
What more to to when face to face with the tragic demise of your own fate to just stand and stand hopeless
Quite poetic ain’t it?
So when watching this star fall-
Watch the dreams of children perish in space-
You and I and they- all know
So stare and stare hard
For we die once the view fades
And the curtains close
Fade to black-
                                                The End.