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A St Certificated.....

A St Certificated……

A cop stood stamping his feet,
the working girl peruses a bar.
A snapshot of Strumpet street,
litter blows but never too far.

I watch, jealous of their ease,
she moves close hands on hips.
Go, he whispers later please,
both smile as she wets her lips.

A special street for this pair,
people here learn to accept.
Strumpet street is more than fair
they also show respect.

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Where can I spread my words
To kneed & form to beauty
Where can I find some eyes & minds
To peruse with care, not duty
Where can I find a home
For the longing in my pen
& others with such passion
Writing lonely in each den
Where effort, skill, reflection
Help polish works of heart
I love my Neopoets
Where my writing blooms to art.

Dissipate

Another vodka
shouldn’t chill my will to live
but it’s downed before ice melts
and watching moonbeams
bewitch melancholic stars
the only thing I feel
is cold as stone
with another goodbye
I shouldn’t make.

The roses died years ago;
petals scattered around
another empty bottle.
These days I don’t even
know how I got here
or that woman in the mirror.
I feel lost without going
anywhere at all.
It seems I’m always leaving.

I AM Meth

I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the start,
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold,
If you need me, remember i'm easily found,

I live all around you, in schools and in town,
I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I live down the street and maybe next door,
I'm made in a lab, not what you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.

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Moon Haiku

the moon's the closest
mankind can hope to get to
staring at the sun

There is No God

The Other

Your country was born in slavery and genocide.
Don’t fret, so was mine; they all were.
We’re like chimpanzees pissing on a tree
To claim our territory for the tribe;
Our ancestors ripped out the hearts
Of their enemies and threw them to the scum.

Stranger, of course you’re a racist-
Don’t bother denying, we all hide it!
Your parents were racists and those before them,
Saying it was the way of things to serve god,
And never trust those not of your blood and tongue,
A different species with their own demons.

Lickalotapuss

Cuckqueen
in a kink clutch
breaking a twisted angel
on the rack of
onward Christian solders
in ecstatic flagellations
for kinky saliva cliterature
with a mouth black window widows bite
in a white lie light
of cruel dark night
while jazz jizz
layonaise spatters
where its soft and hurts good
and fossil wang pussies
drive down the armageddon highway
in a bright burn
with dirty feet on clean sheets
and drooling tongues
lickalotapuss

Dragging My Heart

If I could
I’d give you the world
but I keep giving you back
to the life you return to when
you drift out of this town again
dragging my heart behind
and you don’t even know.

You’re a short high, an extended low
and it’s only a matter of time
before you never return
and I’ll be out along the highway
once more, the ragged gypsy soul
I’ve always been,
same ripped jeans, scattered dreams,
one day I’ll break out of this town
and away from you.
At least that’s what I tell myself.

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