Silly women with our silly thoughts
Demanding silly rights from our silly sons, brothers, husbands, fathers, grandfathers…
Silly facts from our silly leaders
Backing silly fools who commend silly racists, xenophobes, fascists, homophobes, sexists…
Silly religions of the silly gods
Forcing silly practices on the silly world, country, city, home, person…
Fuck all this shit.
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A few exhaling breaths disrupt the haze as
Spreading palms fan out and trace invisible brushstokes within the air
Hanging smoke of the swirling strands trail upward and against my arm in contrast
While sunshine beaming in through the window draws shaded patterns on the wall
Their long oblong shadows lining up to slice through me – geometric smiles captured
Shining light flashes into view like falling diamonds
And in this moment I allow myself to forget – flying diamonds aren’t real
That I’m not breathing in all of the dead skin and dirt floating around me
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Sunset smothered in ash
Interrupting Intentions
But blanket lightly cradles
Folding up into the warmest cocoon
Hoping for rebirth
Or – maybe a few quiet moments.
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They would say ‘we are not the aggressors!’
As the falling tears dropped
Brazenly confused in their state of being
Blotchy red skin, better for the convincing –
Must secure opinions to take notice:
‘Selfish’
‘Sad’
‘Irresponsible’
‘Permanent’
Broken hearted actions indefinitely examined
The laid-to-waste resolutions begin to be forgotten…
Minute details buried so that we can all play the victim.
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As an action, love is fluid.
Lust demands devotion of the heart but we instead settle into beautiful praise of friendships.
‘Living’ all narratives of description while or
so as to forget the physical touch of happiness.
The Past means nothing to the Future.
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Hoards of creeps –
Fighting the trail of death;
seem friendly enough.
Men in general –
All happy smiles;
with their sharp Alligator teeth.
Good friends speak –
If only to confirm;
“All acts consensual.”
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I am grateful for friends