Scrubbed Trailer Joy
She woke in a deckchair on the shore of tuts
with a fundamental urge to purge both eyes
with her trusty McFlurry spoon.
Fastened in her prelude to trailer joy.
Jesus Christ,clean and well kept(lifted from the brochure).
Topmost half,sporadically navigable.
Drug rash bottommost, a desert of biodiversity.
Fresh roadkill,hanging southpaw,colour of tapioca in motion.
Covering cracks in eggshell emulsion(shades from a pallor chart).
Ports. Feature as standard.
‘love you too’*
*a falling afterthought from our mouths,an over the shoulder under the breath driblet. A punchback when there is no air left in our chest to hate.
***
Nudie Spruedie*
Between Heaven and Hell lies Bugs Bunny
dressed in baddie drag with a fucked chin implant.
Men will sexually assault you and tell you
your Dad did a poor job at raising you
and then pass you on the street as though nothing happened.
Just ruin your life on a random Wednesday. My
heart ripped out and dragged over the tables at The Malibu Saloon.
Still the need to be kissed. Or shot**. But
I will not shine your shoes with the sweep of my hair.
No Gods no Masters no fathers no boyfriends no matter
how sad or ugly I feel, a man will buy me
a carrot cake and that’s all I got.
The worst year of my life continues for the next 2ish weeks.
*an ecdysiastical psalm,folks
**That’s All, F-F-Fuckers!
***
leaves of a bruise*
Picking shards of cardboard from a leaking heart
with freeze dried fingerless wool fingers.
Speaking softly from another room,
Portico Pussy** playing on mute.
Licking wounds like warm ice cream
Lacking head shaped hardhat
(no signifying hat,no job)
Some cunt,somewhere,some kind of blue on white;some pickled scream.
*slang for dandelion
**surgical reconstruction for light entertainment. Shows 3 times a week
***
Biopic*
nudity,sex,language,sexual violence references,
sexual violence, violence,substance abuse,child abuse,
self harm,the music of The Carpenters,suicide.
*she was a crash test dummy for his index finger
***
Shein Airfryer(some minor electrical damage)
When the world is a minute to end and
all men-rich poor,quick thick- linger merely sticks
standing in the litter of their own destruction
shouting at trickle,
the Valleys Mam will fend the front door.
One foot on the corpse of a Merthyr Nile Crocodile
smugging with loving letdown,
treating every relationship as a lilting fight to the death
mouthsinging over and over and over again
those tiny acts of harmless indecency.
There are two breeds of love in the world
but I forget what they are.
