He watches from a bay window overlooking a city street Couldn’t help but notice the clamouring below It weighed on his mind, he flicked out the light and smoked There was True Romance on the book shelf A diary, a farewell note to good health Collected albums and unwashed clothes scattered Around the edge of a mattress unmade and uncovered …
Nonsense Flower By Laylah Hough
an evening botanist, sat night after night. typing out a secret garden, digitally designed a psychologist so-inclined told her, once, for recovery we create narratives as ways of making sense of things. and maybe the best germinate slowly like this, flowering from fits and bellyaches and feeling worthless they praised her for sharing real talk when she purged sordid truth …
interflora, cause i…
[excuse me, i apologise-] i’ve gone live and have already fluffed my lines cast your eyes on the book they’re etched onto puppet-like politeness always comes to mind cursory cotton-wool, wall-to-wall whiteness [she likes your attitude/she tries it on for size] i’m no artist, nor am i a muse- but i’m here; surprised, ruby-red and velvet led/ enthused by the …
More of the Same by Laylah Hough
apologetic commentaries come as naturally to me as forward slashes, box brackets and parentheses i’m a johnny come lately who can pen a few poems just about dress themselves/but not much else incessantly infantile/witness the white outs suppressed shouting/choked up sound of casper the [not so] friendly ghost grossed out by my tears, i swapped soothing self talk for snark …
What are we Like?
Genocide occurs always under our gaze, Its sweet sickly scent masked by the stench of consumerism, Distraction and numerous other isms. Not so is decried! Being privy to a citizen curling one out as you watch through a window is uncomfortable, Having to endure the act while in the same room is unbearable, Duchamp never submitted in there – …
Whatever this is…..
Dark skies blend plum purples with warm browns Framing you like a gothic, glamorous witch-about-town Your chaotic-good character alignment [As you insist you’re definitely not violent] Borders on neutral, regarding rain-ravaged hair Side effect of the storm-soaked summer air I’d tell you I think you’re beautiful Though you probably already know that I don’t wish to flap, fluster, or flatter …
Street
The man on the street has no home Has no other choice but to wonder and roam If only we could help but we can’t help everyone He is one of many, he’s far from alone. Begging for money, for food and for drink People all staring, what do they think Folk can be rude, cruel and absurd He just …
Red Riding Hood
I’ll tell you the tale of Red Riding Hood, In cautionary verse that may grate or bore Red made allusions to what happened before, sobbing, spilling all she’d previously endured Captured in images that were digitally stored, behind tawny, tangling hair that billowed Lay this wretched, withering, weeping willow Found “nearly perfect” with abnormalities remaining [Anxiety, co morbid with disinterest …
Objective
In open session state your case, As reward for honesty awaits, Objective we have sworn to be, But interpretation is the key
Outlier
Sarah Waters speculated about an elusive world Of semi-historical settings that made the fairer sex bold How it felt for these women to love and to hold Within pages, I was immersed, engrossed, effortlessly sold Sweet, subjective feelings without need for explanation Found me on this street of female fascination Hit with the sucker punch of dawning realisation I examined …
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