The noose hasn’t slackened –
Anaconda on my neck
And Wuthering Heights plays on –
You don’t hear the noise.
The crack of shells deafens –
The ticking clock continually threatens
And words soft spoken linger –
You won’t hear the noise.
Unless you make it.
A soap opera becomes light entertainment –
The main evening news a measure –
A pleasure park chime
I know the noise –
A thesaurus for your rhetoric.
Knowledge to internally blacken over.
The microwave pings, mind the hotspots.
Mind the hosts cost…
Mind the hearts loss.
There’s life in silence.
For a while.
the alarm was set. There were three minutes still
and all was black.
The wind crashed the trees, like dark, stormy seas the cliffs,
warm, balmy, tropical. Spicy.
Not All Hallow’s weather.
Clinging, swirling summer’s cast off clothes – making a giddy waltz of the wallflower.
One. Two. Three. One two three onetwothree wheeeeeeee
Spin in the corner Follow the leader Spinning laughter at the last rite the left the turn the absurd living dead the dead living
The alarm was set too early.
And there’s a black storm brewing…so they say.
My lungs burn. Bursting. I can’t stop now.Pound the earth. Left right left right left right.
If I stop now I’ll die.
Inside. Clothes off. Shower.
Soap suds heavy on my legs. Razor scraping blunt on my cheek. Chin. Throat.
That salty taste on my tongue.
Mine or …
Waves rushed around me, in my ears, my mouth. Stinging my eyes.
She had been so…
Mine. She’d been mine.
For a while.
If I scrub hard enough. Bleed enough. Stop breathing long enough – it’ll end. Won’t it?
We hadn’t meant for this to go as far as this.
Everything stings. Is putrid. Stinks.
Stinks like rotting flesh. Gouged maggot invested.
It’s all inside me – this vile urge to possess.
I can stop it.
I don’t have to do it again.
I want it.
I can’t stop.
Spots dance before my eyes and I twist more.
The sting. The power. The cries.
God it turns me on. I am invincible.
She loves it. She says so.
In that gasping way of hers she begs me to do it.
And I do. Every time I do it until she screams.
My lungs burn. Stabbing pain.
Left right left right left right.
Till it sears.
Till the screams stop.
A sonnet that may or may not be about snow.
One two left right.
From far and wide they marched home.
With blisters and aching bodies, hearts and souls.
With optimism and voices.
They marched. They chanted. They called.
They faced slurs and ignorance, spit and hell fire.
Wading through waters muddied, with heads held high and truth on their tongues.
One two left right.
With love as their guide they marched and spoke to everyone.
They marched and were counted.
They marched for us all. For love. For life.
We marched to the castle and the world heard our cry.
Our battle cry. Our victory cry. Our solidarity.
Tea? Coffee? Here you go… Help yourself to cream. Sugar? One or two?
No! Stop! No sugar for you!
Cake? Pie? There you go…that one there has three types of chocolate and sprinkles. Here have some cream on the side.
There’s the plain biscuit section over there for you. Don’t worry! There’s two plains to choose from.
Lovely outfit…perfect for the occasion. I love the diamanté and that colour is gorgeous.
Don’t you think…that you’re a little OTT? Just a little bit…well… Flamboyant? Everyone will look.
Beef or salmon? Or both if you like.
There’s bread on the way for you. Just be patient. What? No. No butter.
Here, here’s your seat. It’s the best in the house. You can see everything from here but the bigger picture, nothing like being close up is there!
That one, down there…behind the pillar and next to the boiler… That’s your seat. Don’t worry… It’s not spewing carbon monoxide – well at least we think it isn’t. And if you lean hard on your right knee you’ll see just fine.
A family ticket? Grand… There’s a discount for being a family. Half the normal fee- €20. There you go! Enjoy your day!
A family ticket? A family ticket! (Yeah right) But you’re not a family…oh. I see. Well then. That’s grand. €40 just about covers it.
Nothing like a bit of double standard action… Imagine if you were forced to have the basics whilst others took the crust every time, at every meal, at every occasion, every minute of everyday for your entire life.
Just try to imagine it.
Try to justify why YOU should have a choice of the best…and tell why you’re love is as important as anyone else’s.
Try do that without taking onboard allll of those things that you take for granted- like not being questioned.
It’s not so easy – if you’ve never had to answer or explain yourself to anyone you’ll find it difficult to do.