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