Babble

Oh you don’t my cackling laughter?

Why, I will just giggle like Barbie.

Oh you don’t like my one liners?

Why, I will just say oops like Barbie.

Oh you don’t like my stinky bombers?

Why, I will just eat kale like Barbie.

Oh you don’t like my slam poetry?

Why, I will just draw hearts like Barbie.

Oh you don’t like where I’m going with this?

Why, I will just take my top off like Barbie.

Once again, I hit refresh,

A million times a minute.

Once again, I check the dial tone,

A million times a minute.

Once again, I hope against hope,

A million times, I cry.

Once again, I pray,

A million times, to make it right.

Once again, my heart breaks,

A million little pieces scattered.

What is it called,

When the left side of the body,

Feels heavier and hurting,

Like someone smashed it with hammer?

What is it called,

When catatonia takes over,

A perfectly healthy body,

Like all the blood is drained out?

What is it called,

When the eyes go dry,

But there’s loud sobs,

Like a whale separated from it’s calf?

What is it called,

When you are in a crowd,

But are left alone crying,

Like a war torn border?

What is it called,

When the shoulders are slumped,

Walking in the rain

Like a wet pup looking for a home?

Cells

On a rainy, dark night,

A grave was dug.

The wet soil, fret with worms.

Worms waiting to feast on one.

The trees dripped with cold drops,

The empty hole in the ground, soft.

Not a sound, except the scythe,

The corpse turned from red to blue,

Waiting for it’s last avenue.

The bats chittered, smelling the death.

Rain poured, like the sky was torn.

The mud, the dust, the coffin,

Lay in wait to be put in place.

No people gathered, no tears shed.

Images and water, rose like a stench,

From the already deceased and unclaimed.

Torn

Uppers and downers,

Calmers and sleepers,

All gone from the cabinet,

No herbs, no chemicals,

One day rolled into another,

And another, blanketed by fog.

Tears have run dry,

There is no home.

Heartache and heart attack,

Can’t tell the difference.

Pain runs through the veins,

Blood dries through the rains.

Only wish, someone takes the knee,

When the last breathe dies.

Hustle

Mad dogging,

Tea bagging,

Sleepy child

In the waiting.

Pills like Nurse Jackie,

Chicken and rosemary,

Munching, crunching,

Silver tooth glittering.

Shot glasses, lime wedges,

Shite music blaring.

Anxious and loving,

Caring and soothing,

Tossed out without thinking.

Anger and frustration,

Midnight masturbation,

Raging bitch manifestation.

Sleep now, little one.

Mama’s gotta be strong,

For you and them bones.

Breathe in, breathe out,

If it wasn’t for that drought,

There’d be water in the well,

And we’d kill the mademoiselle.

Weekend

Weekend rang in,

Offices close at five.

Empty parking lots,

The old cigarette stench,

The pop of the bottle of wine.

Stage a protest at home,

Drive your Jeep, solicit in the dump.

“Late night meetings”, hahaha,

Dya think I was born without a brain?

GPS trackers and dropping pins,

Are for pathetic losers.

“Jackass, I can run you over”,

That’s not a threat,

It’s just your way of saying,

Fuck off, bitch.

Yes! This just in,

Don’t need to see your pin.

I know the skivvy bunch,

Even when it deals me a punch.

20

Getting shit-faced,

Passing out drunk,

Lying in your vomit,

Hammered beyond recognition,

Limbs in different directions,

Fucking in fast cars,

Dancing with the devil,

Rolling bills to snort cocaine,

Unprotected fornicating,

Wasted, hungover;

Stumbling on the office floor.

Being young and carefree,

Is a young people’s poison.

In mid-life, you can’t be 20.

Validation

Really?

Validation is what you needed?

Attention is what you wanted?

Companionship is what you were after?

Felt haunted coming home?

Did I not validate when teaching your spawn ABC?

Did I not give attention when staying up late night waiting?

Did I not accompany through three figures to seven?

Did I leave the empty beer bottles next to the couch?

You brought home the bacon,

I fried that bacon.

You want money, that I get a life?

I can also wear fishnet stockings,

And get down on my knees.

A decade of high hopes,

Crumbled in a minute,

When you decided,

Hos before bros.

Tame Hair

She had 500 bucks in her purse,

Strolled down the road, like a hearse.

Looking to tame her frizzy mane,

She entered into the lion’s den.

Blow’em up, she said;

I don’t care what is made.

She felt like a princess,

Who was under duress;

To doll up and laugh,

At the dullest chaff.

Dyes and potions,

In motion and lotions,

She unveiled her blind eyes,

To the world of highs.

Tall heels and short skirt,

Mascara in the desert.

She wowed at her image,

While catcalls came off the village.

AxOM

The thumping pump we call heart,

Was ripped out, blood and all.

Without morphine,

You cut me open.

I cried in pain,

Nobody heard.

Blue blue skies

Beautiful day on the avenue

I walk around, bleeding through eyes.

People stare and say,

You need to be sewn back.

The doctor is busy,

Asked me to come back later.

Which part should I bring along?

There’s a million little pieces.

Who is going to do the jigsaw?

When we all know the picture on the box,

Is not what’s inside.

Drama

No cocktail works,

The bartender shook and stirred;

I asked him to add a few of my ingredients.

He filled me a pitcher with an umbrella.

I said my goodbyes and sat by the water.

Dusk turned to dawn,

The pitcher was long gone.

I closed my eyes and dreamed of a fairytale,

The sun came up and seagulls started squawking.

I opened my eyes and saw the sun.

Cheeks dried, sand on feet;

I stumbled back to where it began,

With daggers in my heart,

And images an effigy burning.

I keep living, I keep dreaming.

My body is Wakandan.

It refuses to just give up,

When my heart and mind,

Have given up and asked me to drown.

Grace

Grace: Must be someone’s name. But when I hear “Grace”, I’m reminded of Elaine Benes.. Remember that? 😂

I am currently in the phase of coming to terms with being single. Younger lady I once was, no longer I am. The novelty wore off; kicked to the curb. And I thought, SHIT!

So, here’s a reminder to all the gentlemen out there who abandon their partners for a younger, lighter, prettier one. She also poops. And her shit smells like shit too.

Pooping with grace, but poops nonetheless.