The air conditioner is buzzing. And my dogs snores softly. The alarm chimes. Then a click of the button. There's the tap of my feet on the ground. The patter of the showers water. My phones chimes. My sister sobbed. The engine roared. The hospital lobby is filled with chatter. It sounds far away. "I'm sorry for your loss." There's a ringing in my ears. The screams of my sister. Ringing of church bells. Words of remembrance.
boyfriends and bad poetry
he wrote in a jumble
thesaurus results
no message or meaning
or clarity of thought
embodied "p" words
past, painful, pathetic
i've got one more word for that bygone:
pretentious
this one writes
all A-B-A-B
at times too basic for
rhythm,
creativity
is lacking
but there is a
purpose and rhyme
he hits the ground running
clear tone in his lines
simplistic, his nature
and thus, so his words
he's sweet and he's loving
and he means all the world
when faced with a
long-winded essay of nothing
i'd rather
a simple, a beautiful
something
Boys Will Be Boys
boys will be boys
performing perverted acts
and girls will be girls
forever living in fear.
boys will be boys,
stigmatized for the acts of others.
girls will be girls
jumping on the opportunity
to criticize.
boys are in the wrong.
girls are in the wrong.
everyone suffers.
girls living in fear for what they wear
and boys being disbelieved
when they report their share
of sexual harrassment.
is it any wonder
that i don't want any part
of this binary clusterfuck?
better to slide in between
the pink and blue
a purple middle ground
so that i don't have to deal
with perverted boys
and judging girls.
everyone has their flaws
indeed i do too
and it's not fair to generalize
based on the acts of a few.
i don't want to be a boy
and i don't want to be a girl
because no matter which gender i
choose to identify with,
you can't win.
boys will be boys,
girls will be girls,
and i will be me,
far away from
all of it.
all we need is love
“and I still hadn’t changed my
opinion,” she said. “I still
believe that
a double suicide is the absolute
highest
display of love there is. Think about it,
two lovers dying in each
other’s arms. What in hell
can be more romantic?”
“I don’t know,” he said, “staying alive
for each other’s sake, maybe?”
“What? That’s, like, not
romantic at all. The longer you stay alive,
the higher your chances to fall
out of love. Nothing
chews at love like life does. That’s
why death is the answer.
It’s the only way
to immortalize love. It’s the way towards
that plane of existence where all
you feel is love and nothing else.
I wanna go there!” She squeezed her fists
and eyes, braced herself as
she said it.
“Well,” he said, “We’re both out of a job,
unwanted by family, no home,
no cash, no future…”
“All we really need
is love!” she screamed, jumping into his arms
“Yeah,” he said, “and an overdose.”
“I’m with you, dearest cousin!”
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“NAWAKWA”
I come from Nawakwa :
in the middle of the forest
Back before it was shucked
by my ancestors
My taiga was raized
by some timberman
Who shared my name
in the middle of the trees
As hatchets swung and turned
bygones into plains made
For good grazing and corn mazes
in the middle of the woods
I wish would return one day
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/ n o t a r e
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Eternity
I once bought a girl an eternity ring
Eternity I thought was forever
It lasted another month or two
Then she left for someone more clever
It took a while before the pain had gone
And then I met sweet little Mary
At six foot two and eyes of blue
And a chin that always looked hairy
Mary and I were made for each other
And decided to marry in spring
Our love would last for eternity
And I’d already got a spare ring
©Julian Race 24/5/2021