F*ck avocadosMexico’s forests are fighting fearThey’re shedding rootsand throwing fruit to put out fire.sacrificing their braying, bbleatingand bucking children Again, we sit to the west of demolition scooping velvet out of pear shapes like a new fad. Put down the avocados. Fuck you tescos.
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Kick inhibition off like lazy stereotypes The floozie in the Jacuzzi dances like the 1920’s would last forever. Got money. Get money. Build something new. Discard his kisses with sentences of self worth. Panties draw lines our hearts fear to unearth.
Better look over your shoulder It’s you your hiding from Better touch your skin with thoughtfulness For tomorrow’s soon to come.
After she married him, she was of her own. All lungs heaving and sweat placed hair He worshipped her body nightly. She kept her mind from his touch Dreaming his cast iron fingertips knew she was molten gold that he could not afford to lose. He did not. He went on to write stories about […]
Anxiety paraded her shameless song into space reserved for me only. She twerked her way into pockets she was not welcome in. Stole words from my sentences Replaced them with shaking tongues The cloud in my head is not a metaphor It is the storm I’m bracing myself to fight.
He held these truths to be self evident. Dance girl dance. Sip wine from last centuries bad decisions. Open your hands to make a pistol of flesh. We internalized shots that cared for no one.
We made skirts of armour apparently Hid our strength beneath them, Ripped those skirts and wove them to skorts of our intersections. Our bare legs maps to your intentions We bathed in our B.O. Nature’s fuckboy repellent. Weakness was stomping out my magic because you were afraid. More than lost words reverberating from the street […]
Brush it down, brush it off Curl and hide it behind the braids. Gel it straight and let it pull you down. Why are you brushing your hair with a toothbrush? You’ve gotta brush your hair with a hairbrush. Crease out what feels right. Standardized to be just like us. You got that good hair.
Antagonizing the spirit of Saturday’s mind, We run to destinations we are no hurry to get to, Catching Pokemon as if they promise to fulfill the dreams we never caught new dreams season old days with bad taste. Forgive him, preaching is making my ears bleed. We hyperbolize our lives to fulfill artistic need. Poets […]