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Spicy Digits Aug 5
Jump already
You timid ******!
Waters always fresh
A delectable zero

Eat your ego
Liquefy that shame
Your colour decimates
When left untamed

Claw your little claws
In the flesh of your flaws

Laughing, deranged
Yet, ever closer to sane

That sacrilegious cure
Baptised you pure
So
Jump already

Neurotically begin
Take 5 wobbly steps
-Better yet-
Dive the **** in.
Spicy Digits Aug 4
Let me feed you, they say
When they really want to sell
My teeth are barcodes
My bones are meals

Let me heal you, they say
Then they take yet more
Though Im not slowing down
(You can't when you're poor)

Let me show you self, they say
And pawn their own breath away
Enlightened in pure white light
Blue eyes of divine right

Let me educate you, they say
From the vacant room never left
Of fathers' touches never kept
And dog-eared pages of contempt

Let me, let me, let me
As if I am able to escape
Push me, push me, push me
As if its only my hand that shakes
Violently, violently, violently
In a regime ripe to break
Spicy Digits Jul 30
What if I loved you deeply
Just the way I am,
What if we opted out
Of this program?

What if I created
With only you in mind
And you and I excised
delicately
a life of our design?

Will you still love me,
In my real voice
In this body
With this mind
In this our only lifetime?
Spicy Digits Jul 23
Yummy yummy power
Mummy made me sad
Ever naughty children,
Ever-watched, try
Earn the favour I never had.

Those sweet brown-eye kisses
For my paycheck princes
Stupid, of the lowly fishes
Drown, drown, drowns
In repetitions.

Gods in the heavens
Gods on boards
God's in our clinics
Fattened wolf of root cause.

Give me sharpened collars
And baritone opinions
Give me smiles, smiles!
For my dead-eye reptilians

Bile ***** in the mouth
And blood on each hand
Today's packed lunch for
Baby dumb-dumb
***** money sandwiches.

Stupid trudges, pulling hope
On a rope, full of rage
While Stupider Still
Laughs in blinding whiteness,
Bitcoin and real estate.

Stupid knows its coming
The white light cults built on
Columns of salt,
Prising the fingers of
Performative living
From around throats.

She hears the steady
Stream of evolution, unfazed
Flowing, flowing, following
the strongest river
Out into the untouched bay.

But who can wait?
Stupid will take her ****** sick days,
And in bed the flames of rage abate
She will eat her fill,
Maybe *******,
And she'll sleep the **** in till late.
Spicy Digits Jul 16
Yesterday
I was to be still
I was to be small, folded
My body needed darkness
And in absence, re-moulded.

Today
I am muscle contractions
I am cleaving ice
Pulsating, whirring machinery
Oil, wax and spice.

Tomorrow
I hope I am opalescent
Wet with new skin
Creative and energised anew
Flowing, flowing within.
Spicy Digits Jul 16
I thought we were strangers
As much as we were strangers to
Everyone around

I thought you were just
A story untold,
A future ideal

My little self dreamt of you
Pretended you were a hero

She saw you under the bed
In the backyard
In the furled faces
Of a million flowers

I knew you were of this
universe, well-known
But wasn't convinced
We'd ever meet in the flesh

But we've met many times
You and I

In the corner of my shoe closet
Running down that street, bruised.
We met in a cafe on Rue de Seine
On the 4-hour bus rides at 3am

We sat together, utterly content,
On the floor of old libraries
Inhaling stories and scents
Of cedarwood and vanillan

I saw you dancing
When I was dancing
Awkward nerds
You took my hand, pulling

Your kind, fractalled face
Kissed mine a thousand times
Your voice saved my life

In awe at the depth of your knowing,
I'm grateful we're still alive.

X
Spicy Digits Jul 16
I am nine
Alone, home
My planetarium
Of marbles and a torch
Illuminates my bedroom

I am yet to know
My storied years
Yet to see my body
Riddled fear

I am nine
And I am innocence
Cross-legged on the roof
Pondering existence

I am scared of the dark
In love with ants
I read the dictionary
In front of the heater
Sans pants

I am nine
Alone, home
And I write for her
My silly little poems.
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