Eyes rolling up
screen scrolling down,
jeez
I need to roll a double six
play ludo
watch Netflix
anything but this,

as predicted I'm addicted
to the resolution
e-pollution,

there is a solution
and that's to switch off.

it's always the fix
that ultimate high
and seeing,
'what's on your mind John'
just before I die.


I may be entitled to compensation.

Well,
nothing to do but be brave
spend it all
don't bother to save,

the only safe deposit
is when you're in your grave.

Alternatively
take a leaf out of my book,
( ****, I stole it anyway )

show kindness and restraint,

I ain't a saint
but I try to be good.

I will, for I can, go beyond my station now
Wherefore should I be confined? And how
You will wonder at me in the future,
Which I shall make my present, forgetting the suture
That has held my mouth - It is not a scar;
And I have a million things to say as they are,
Or as they might be - I will ape Almodóvar
And outshine Solovjov, and will I go far!
I will be She of the next generation;
But I must get beyond this station
I must move beyond the static,
From the bedroom to the attic,
And from thereon, to the world,
When my courage has unfurled;
And I will seize this with both hands
And deal you wonder, charm and reprimands:
I will paint you images, and write you songs,
Celebrate your joy, and right your wrongs,
Pick at the intricacies, and throw the obvious,
Show humankind as honest and oblivious,
And I will do this all, and watch me so -
I just need to ready, set, and go.

Religion creeps in
and you steep in it
eventually
you sleep with it
and that's when the
problems begin.

Half the time I forget I'm a woman
Half the time I'll act the man
There is no lad out there who will treat me
Like the lady I ought to be;
And so I'm skulking like the teenage duellist
That I wrote into my stories, cruellest
In my smile and style, harsh blacks,
Harsh silvers, stinging hylauronic gloss
The only thing that reminds you that the tax
I place upon myself is a compromise from my loss.
I will fight all those scoundrels for me
Dosed up on Panic! as only I can be
"Whoa! Mona Lisa!" Aye, but catch me bare my teeth,
Catch me look at you, eyelashes poignards, like the iris underneath
The deepest blue
To remind you
I'm not entirely the goth I paint myself to be;
And tomorrow it'll change, as the black shirt'll be *****
And thrown into the wash, and I'll still try to cut a picture
In my poet's silk blouse and blood-red lipstick; I indenture
Them into this image - I'm surviving for every next coming dawn
But, yeah, I'm doing it in a style - that of the dagger drawn.

Head east atleast
If worse comes to worse go west
If your fortunes spoil and sour
run south. If you ready to shine the
way for others like that famed star
gaze up north wards. Your soul is
doing all the computing throw away the campass spit to the wind and follow where your saliva falls. Amen