JUICE & THE DR

give me Juice 
to survive

Juice is a metaphor

& 
a tail hungry snake

~

music & love 
animals & clouds
retweets & pulp
80s movies 90 mins long

etc & so on*

~

Juice is
organic opium fumes
& 
a high octane
soft web
of
downpour support

~

cos 
my dr is a cunt
my dr is a cunt
wibble wobble
wibble wobble
my dr is a cunt

from moodyeyereview.com

*please see previous poems

IN RETROSPECT IT LOOKED LIKE THE DONNIE DARKO RABBIT

way over the other side
of 
the
townside
dogwalk
forest

me & him
adventuring almost
in the
sumptuous gnatty green

my knife 
a better one
than his

& 
under a 
vim-scorch 
bleach sun

we found a skull

~

wedged in branches
the wrong way round

like a warning
like a trophy
like evidence

upper mandible 
pointing skyward

looks like horns with teeth

felt real fear
hot oil guts

warm 
daylight 
leafshine
was never so 
bone marrow cold

after school
198?

~

was prob a sheeps

tailored
&
manipulated

he prob put it there

tailoring
&
manipulating

cos my knife
was a better one
than his ?

him or his mad brother

one of them

pair of forest-scout cunts

from skullsite.co.uk

OFF SWITCH ?

you know
when you
cant move
cant move
cant move

cant get up
why should you ?
& the alarm 
is being
such a cunt

but you do

its a common miracle

& it stays with you
that lead in the bones
that fug in the brainpan
all morning
all day

& when you do make it back
into 
the 
soft wonder thread count
its not the same

& you cant rest
cant rest
cant rest

fuzzy to-do list 
taped 
to your optic nerve

you twist there
a reject pretzel
wondering 
if there
is maybe 
an off switch

deep inside
your
colonic confines

from unisonhome.com

4th ANNIVESARY GUEST BLOGGER 5 - MISS MORIARTY

Beware the Cyber Cunts
by
Miss MoriArty

It’s just words

From behind a screen

I was naive

You were keen

I won’t forget the times we had

But all those words are now just bad

Take them back

Delete, wipe clean

Some words I wish I’d never seen

If we now met

I won’t see you

I’ll see the words, the lies, your game

Things will never be the same

They’re only words

No harm done

So for you

This is my last one

CUNT

 from store.vampirefreaks.com

The Death of Summer Love
by
Miss MoriArty

The last hot embers of Summer

Begin to fade

Drift off

Into dewy Autumn trees

Orange – Red – Gold

They hang there for a while

Glowing

Contemplating their demise

They fail to cling on

Whispered screams

As they fall

Onto Winters cold hard ground

To rot

And be forgotten

photo by miss moriarty