Lonely Life

People
bump people
fromallsides

skating ants
we glide at near miss

smileandgreet
deadpan
socialisewithdrink
monotone

words
more
guardedbanter
empty

lonelylife
even for a
motherwife

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Africa in not my land

Head on clash
Voices smash
Shriek on shriek
Phone goes crash

Dash home for
face-on-face
confront
with domestic

Try and
calm her
but she seems
possessed

“Don’t touch me”
she spits
eyeballs
like pellets

Let’s sit

We speak
her words
mutate

I’m wrong
She’s right
She’s black
I’m white

Milton Pool

Breathing into a bag,
boy on a beach masturbates,
glue fumes sucked deeply.

Small space away, toddler squeals
Telly tubby swimsuit stained
with chocolate ice-lolly.

On guard,
mother watches

legs spread,
cock in hand,
still pumping,

broken only
by concave
inhaled plastic.

“It’s cold” shrieks the toddler

“Some spare change madam?”

Why does your friend have to
masturbate on the beach?

“I know I tell him”

I’ll give you money when I go,
but only if you leave us alone.

Life Begins At

four times ten
or
ten times four

No matter
the adding
Ain’t
young any more

That forty thing
The half way
Ping

Got a definite tempo
A fear rising
Sting

Turn the beast
on its head

It sure is
better in bed

Still
     Slipping,
               Slipping,

Sipping away

at the options
still
open

the
dreams
still to
grow

THE MD

Are the surest externally

All threadbare internally?

It might not seem

But Im a timid thing

Holding a weighty life

Which I have chosen

Empties

Society crafted a happy little solution

to make our stay more tolerable -

I bought into it

but now Im heavy

Im returning my purchase

In Your Arms

             Saw a tree today

  with arms as wide as the universe

             and stilts to hold

            the weight of them

LACUNA

I’m free now
but not free enough
to know
what to do with myself.

Not Another Blogging Poet

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