The Tunnel

I am crawling through a tunnel with a ceiling Thinner than skin Why don’t you just burst through Says the zombie citizen He says the skin is ample Like a fat lady’s ankle Fatty on the outside And swollen like ageing apples Peeled away, another day Like skin from skin We’ll separate Skin grows anew…

International Women’s Day

What would it be like To recognise the joys of womanhood Understand the destiny imposed By the treasured male Y chromosome You see, sex is not your brain Your brain is a brain in itself An organ that operates over the seconds, minutes and hours And summons preordained and ancient powers These powers are: The…

Over Dramatic

———– Self medication And the ability to draw out the damnation That writhes through every weak joint In the brain that rattled every bad thought Through the angry drain It shakes and shakes until the lumps become small Until they’re unnoticeable And fly though blood like hormones When a whore moans is she telling the…

Little Fly

The start of a poem The destination of the wild The origin of a myth I’m afraid I’m just a child We actually came to be Hot summer in the winter Weighing down thin petals Giant stems bending like backs and splinter Silver glances Cutting through like radiation Two lights dancing Translucent smile Golden grip…

PCOS – PESSIMIST CONJURING OSTRACISED SORCERESSES

History lessons on the good, the bad and the wicked Did you know no witch can birth a witch It’s why they’re deeply stricken Probably, Who knows the crux of somebodies bad luck to have a mind delivered from the rind of damned relics and juju hinds What fabric are we granted in our genesis?…

Own this

The city is there for every big mistake Over spending and relationship break Fashion clash and last cigarette Every Job interview and final regret The time of arrival is estimated now The scurrying of people Old and young School kids on school trips receiving red dots for being loud Projecting the future London as a…

Next stop: ‘Inverted Relocation’

The production of my rushed poetry and prose has to an end. Flippant and obviously last minute literature, that is, quite frankly both tiring to read and to produce, can no longer be considered ‘work’. From here I shall not digress the purpose of what I wish to produce and only aim to operate as…

The product 

We are told that the balance of life  Is balanced…like the spine of a spoon  And that it stirs a giant metal pot and conducts direction in a vacuum  We are told that people both cannot live and do not act with kind intent  And that the spoon must be carved all straight white while…

Shiny glasses 

    There are a million broken vases in a basement with no light A white turf rolls over the sand in an everlasting delight A mind is often unvisited like a frozen white sea While a brain is often cashed a bullet that it wishes it hadn’t seen   Some talk of things being…

Weak limb 

Weak  limb, hide behind me at all times Hang there even when your dance tires Remain bent like a swans poised neck Conceal your veins from the world like they’re live wires And guard the sore wreck They’re in for a shock While you have fun and foolishly forget That the skinny almond white scars…

Champions sit at the back  

Alike many high schools, mine took great pride in ushering the girls into netball games and tournaments. Of course it was great fun, being goal attack when I had double P.E had to be the most exhilarating yet undeniably exhausting ordeal of the week. Still, I never hesitated to go to that class like I…