All of a Tuesday
All of a Tuesday I was dead inside, yet I could have cried. I thought she felt as I did, but I was just a fool. Wanting to be more than dead inside, I just wanted to run and hide. I couldn’t give up, and I had to be mature, then something happened that never did before.
Girl Wielding Axe
Axe wielding girl, grinning from ear to ear,
wearing her blueberry dress ,with her curly ginger hair.
Her mama didn’t want her and her pa just ran away, now this isn’t the reason, why she likes to slay.
In actual fact, she was dropped on her head, that’s probably the reason, why you’re going to be playing dead. She likes scabby knees, and sequin dresses, but please for your own sake, don’t ever mention the early morning messes.
I don’t believe she is psychotic or even mentally ill, you may get very lucky though, if you were to stand really still. The thing is, she has pretty bad vision, but it’s the whirling axe that’ll make the final decision.
Child Of The Universe
She was the child of the universe, but now she’s in her teens, sailing through the galaxies, in her favourite t- shirt and jeans. Sailing round a planet, with the mighty blue sun, but for some stupid reason she has to run and run. Only an android for a companion, and he doesn’t say very much. The reason for escaping, because she allowed a boy to touch. They only kissed for ten seconds, it wasn’t for very long, what did she do, that was so bloody wrong? Forbidden to go near humans, not supposed to go to earth, she’ll never see that boy again, but she is allowed to hurt.
Cold Hearted Revolution
Empty hands, no kiss goodnight, “see you later darling”, “alright”. Not texting for two days, not meeting after work for dinner, being honest about her figure, “you could be thinner”.
Strolling through the park, no holding in the dark, asking politely, he replies with a bark. Silent weeping, as he lays sleeping, secrets from her he is surely keeping. “Did I hurt you, in any way?”, him saying “tonight I can’t stay”.
A revolution is unfolding, them even more parted. What’s wrong with this couple ? He’s just being cold hearted.
A Grave Mistake
“These are all I could get”, but she wasn’t happy. “You can’t put those on a grave”, it’s disrespectful” ,she said. “He won’t mind, he’s dead” I said. “Well I mind, whatever will people think?” she asked, “nice flowers” I said. “More like cheapskates” she moaned, “look if those fuckers are so concerned about his grave, then maybe they should buy him some fancier flowers” I shouted. She started to cry, “Oh geez, here come the water works” I uttered to myself . “Geraniums? Dead geraniums?” she sobbed, “Look honey, waste not want not”, I said. “You’re walking home” she said, I did.
The Time Traveller
Stark naked frame standing in it’s own faeces. But does it matter, I mean, is she important?, the old woman who’s thin white hair grows down to her ass.
Gnawing on a thought. Gnawing on raw knuckles, knuckles bleed, receiving no care, just staring, just staring. She moves like the undead toward the female nurse, moving with time as though it mattered. She receives a cigarette, she receives a trickling smile, though the cigarette will surely burn longer than she will.
I Used To Pray, Now I Just Count
Burnt matchstick recipients markings,
last nights punch,
the apologies just sting like vinegar.
The excuses, the excuses while devouring his full Irish.
Then something inside breaks, something arouses his mood.
He’s done within five minutes.
An Important Lesson
Black fox: Sand badger?
Sand badger: yes? black fox.
Black fox: Why do you stay in your den all day long?.
Sand badger: I don’t stay in my den all day long. I do come out at night.
Black fox: Why so ?
Sand badger: Well, so as not to be seen by man.
Black fox: What is man ?
Sand badger: You mean you have never seen man?
Black fox: Never
Sand badger: Have you ever heard man?
Black fox: Nope
Sand badger: Surely you must have smelt man?
Black fox: What does man smell like?
Sand badger: Man smells different, like nothing else.
Black fox: Not even like skunk?
Sand badger: Not even like skunk, skunk stinks for a very good reason. Man has no purpose.
Black fox: Man has no purpose?, not even to stink?
Sand badger: Not even to stink
Black fox: Badger?, I’m confused.
Sand badger: Why so little one ?
Black fox : Well you say man has no purpose ?
Sand badger: You’re a good listener little one.
Black fox: Thank you badger, but If man has no purpose, then, then, why?
Sand badger: Don’t worry your self little one, soon man will be gone. But in the meantime be careful okay.
Black fox: How shall I be careful badger?
Sand badger: Well, you are as black as night so stay in the shadows. You have different smell so stay down wind of man. And most of all, do not bark when he is close.
Black fox : Badger, you are very wise.
Sand badger: Why so little one?
Black fox : Badger!
I draw nice things, kittens and balloons, but I’d rather prefer to sketch mad men and moons. I’ll keep them happy with my sunshine doodles, but I insist on headless poodles. Why have a talent when it’s wasted on fun?, if my art were a tragedy I’d draw myself a gun.
My art will evolve, so I’ll keep sketching and painting, the coming days will be filled with puking and fainting. Some critics will go mad, while others will commit suicide, then I’ll be bloody content and then I won’t have to hide.
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