Friday, March 8, 2019

Kit Kelen #1164 - R-E-S-P-E-C-T


1164
R-E-S-P-E-C-T

an equal self and sun
and want a flag for this

go under the wheels to gaol
surely my beginning, admit it

sister, daughter, lover, too
and sacred – very far

flew till the sky was deathly blue
essentially can do anything but

generic, on a website plucked
without the womb, no peekaboo

so lovely lithe
hail now

and in the hour all
for votes

crouched cringing in the camps
sheltering the pups of snivel

where’s the weapon now?
wail, sigh

photoshopped to fuck
not really (not even a paper loss)

knitted me one
in instinct given

all the world wide web for this
clothes on our backs, a scrounge

cooked my dinner too
in her spare time wrote the tune

the lust between us pure as
lion’s share for fierce

here’s origin of the universe
and everyone wants in

I love my love
with an animal attitude  

mother, daughter, auntie, too
so close, a little witch dunk

it’s unacknowledged labour
hard work to be a beast

feed me in a public place
make scandal with a skirt

once was goddess
temple slut

mind the gap
and cuddle up

out of daddy’s head
fully armed

the lust between as pure as
here’s huntress bathing beautiful

your own dogs will tear you down
makes you stag of the party

she shakes a hip just for herself
if she can’t dance, no revolution

old spinster crone and tomboy
tricked to the very bliss

so many martyrs, so few sung
all fine print in the treaty

fists and worse
bottle, pills

one a week done in
where they’d mistaken hate for love

o home sweet, how do hearts do this?
did someone name a name here?

I’ve looked and looked
how high heaven is!

I can’t see a ceiling



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