Good evening
And welcome to
The blame game.

Tonight we will lay it
At the door
Of the most vulnerable
In our midst.

Tonight it's the turn
Of the poor
It's the poor
(Undeserving of course)
Will be kissed.

Yes. Tonight's Star Prize
One not to be missed
A leech's
Kiss.

Put on your dress he says
A dinner, date, rare steak
No!

Wear those heels he says
A tango, salsa, quick step
Slow!

Show me that silk he says
A clip, photo, one take
Go!

Open your door he says
A knock, bang, hard touch
Low!

Busy with work he says
A silence, blank, upset
Blow!

Blunt
Smart
Razor
Sharp
Is my tongue.
Stick yours right there
One day
Words
Might
Come!

Wonder why I can rejoice in a light breeze
but a single fallen leaf
turned in the wrong direction
can make it feel like
a storm
a hurricane
a monsoon?

Wonder why I can revel at my ease
but a single word so brief
aimed in the right direction
can make me feel like
a swarm
a bit insane
a baboon?

Bit bored and lonely
so I could go out and meet
Jack
in the green.
Paint colours on my face
and wave a white scarf
Jack
in between.
Could listen to music
that vibrates within my soul
Jack
you have seen.
But stay home only
not to start a parade of mine
Jack
I have been.

I'm in a pub garden having a drink
when a wasp comes by and what does he think
that disturbing a giggle a smile and a laugh
it's ok to dive and have a beer bath.
I think to myself I could rescue the thing
but what if I do and he comes back to sting.
I leave him there but feel guilty and know
that diving in beers is no place to go.

I wonder what might be going on in your tiny mind
little black fly as you land in a glass of chilled white wine?
Do I let you drown in a Yellow Sea or rescue you and set you free
to enjoy the intoxication
as you try to fly away?
Or will I use my finger to push you deeper and squeeze
the life out of you
why?
death could be sweeter.