Men are scared of women

Men are scared of women
I know it to be true
pillow over my face as I lie sleeping
drugs in the soup
flash of knife in halflight
push on the edge
drop from a moving car
Iito the river
over cliff
will you kill me now?
Now
that I admit my fear
or
will you do it softly
slowly
feeding me up
looking after me
into
obesity
heart attacks
through
the lack of exercise
one extra piece
two spoons in the cup
a special treat
that won’t hurt
warm and cozy cardies
to strangle
gently
lovingly.
I say
give ’em enough rope
And they will
Kill us all
In the long murder…

Whisper that again…

Girlies who do phone calls
end calls
in whisper
and those
who talk in sibilant whine
and whistle
or lisps
sighs
and giggles…

I want to fuck them in the ass
their pretty
Lipsticked mouths
and
perfumed pinked cunts…
I did too
slashing innocence
ripping reticence
to open
replacing virginal
with vixen
though sadly
so often after torrid
they turned back to child
and
left with so such choices
I took the goodbyes…

Some of us pay & pay

I think I’ve paid
what they call dues
a runaway mother
obligatory absent family
teachers who knew
which kids they could pick on
cops who made
promotions by arranging
the evidence
handcuffs
who was I to complain
jobs that went nowhere
with bosses caring less
each day
nights
months
where there were
more days
than money
some of you know these things
the blown tyre
with no cash to replace
no light
no heat
coats on beds for warmth
sitting in the library
hating on the rich
waiting for the bills
to stop coming in
beans
toast again
at least it was a meal
cold ache in teeth
from the bitter
outside
inside

plastic typewriter

My first typewriter
was bought for me by a woman
who’d fucked my love life
not with her, no
she’d arranged it cleverly
for her relative
and me to meet
it all ended badly
as things did back then
I had no manners, money
and because she thought
herself so clever
she was sneering
by her gift
not just of that plastic
typewriter

demand led

You need to
mind your manners
respect your elders
learn some manners
shut up & listen
mind your own business
put others first
grow up
sit down & shut up
stop asking questions
be seen & not heard
pay attention
respect your elders
think before you act
take your hands out of your pockets
stop slouching
sit up straight
slow down before you crash
stop thinking like that

ear to understand

Sucking on my beers
Man, you’re so morbid
and it’s ache again
why do I bother
with these fuckheads?
another, I tried:
I feel like an alien
here to observe, learn
disconnected, yet excited
by the unobvious
Man, you been smoking?
poetry is wasted
tho’ they think its me
get off your high horse
tilted yet another
fuckwits are everywhere
yet I don’t see them
with the answers
to why this is that
or the insane order
of things
I’m still searching
For an ear to understand

If you find this….

If you find this

I want you to know

that

I never gave up on you

If you find this

I want you to know

that

my heart always

belongs to you

If you find this

I want you to know

that

i took your turned back

as a reflection of then

If you find this

I want you to know

that

I will never forget you

even if

you have forgotten me.