GUNS BEFORE BREAKFAST

the things i see
before breakfast

online on social apps
on my phone in my hand

snuff & lies

& grace between bile

& a little girl

eight or nine or ten
firing two pistols 

at the same time

two fingers needed 

on each trigger
& she empties one 

before the other
& she discards it 

with a glance
like a kindergarten john wick
calm concentration on her face

& she really is doing it well
& who is behind the camera ?

HEARTPUMPS

are
you

dragging it out 
in a botox blank
of long lunches
&
lively lies

or hanging on 
for weds rollover lottery draw

pushing & pushing 
the wall away

~

are you

in
a
weird rush
to
bury your heartpumps 
  under
  that
  new
  laid
  plastic turf

your head down 
get it done & dusted

live - check
 die - check

get it done & dusted

eulogise me already
& scatter me
where i said

~

even polyester flowers fade 
on the whiteline laminate graves

&
our aftermath 
is personal kipple
suddenly anonymous

&
sluggishly dispersed
in
a
strange upbeat cleansing 
emotional
social 
chore

pic from ebay.co.uk

BURIED IN THE MIX

any
truths
are
poor
now
in the constant company
of
all
the
lies 

from www.huffingtonpost.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