Kerri Shying R # 13 Bubbly Hatred Lifestyle

Bubbly Hatred Lifestyle.

(to Margaret, with love )

Power is sexier than Coca-Cola

And writes at any angle.

You are immune to gravity with that space-pen in your fist.

Hear our voice.

You had the Doris Day filter on.

I looked heaps better then.

You look a bit foreign.

“A Monet lily?”

That pointillist picnic, in France.

I never exist.

Unless reflected in your image

Smudged a little, by the distance.

I accept no liability for what I cannot change.

My pen needs a little gravity to spit out any words.

In the kitchen I uncrate

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I add ice, 

while behind the curtain

your voice drones, denouncing,

a wasp between us.

Hate is the bookmark of our moment.

The day my assemblage of dots,

On harsh cloth with rough smears

fails you.

Hear your voice.

Witch!

This pen is mightier than a sword. Say it.

But nothing beats a fucking gun.

I can be me (foraging for firewood in skips)

Red-faced and running in the street; you can’t

New game.

Go Fish.