Panic glares at them boots tossed near the scullery bin
Churns its stomach until it resembles a soiled salad
Brown shaded stemmed leaves.
A dice scarred thrice
The fourth Pleiades sister
Her face disfigured by a silhouette.
Speech dubbed over until she believes she is mute.
Declares her name as
The scarlet barnet.
Desperate to hold onto her last shred of dignity.
Shrouded into a solar
To luminosity dressed up
An impish grin inhabits incognisant skin.
Burnt bloody blisters
Advertising big lips
Still demanding to be heard.
What makes one positive push a negative
Then rebound ?
Perhaps its for effect….
The ribs don’t need a tickle
To denounce the bastardisation of the butterfly effect.
Resurrect naked infants born with the soul clap.
Pure child neglect.
Raised on a hellish platform.
High on emotion fuelled
Noxious Martians grappling to lead the IDM pack.
Heavens gates part way for Entities egos
Superior to the kaffirs*
Squelching about barefoot
Abandoning their groundwork stained blueprint.
Fingers retrace its outline with fear &
Garments unravel to the ground
Reveal a strangers foot clubbed into inhabiting an Acute Depressive
Hands sculpt into a perfect punch
Transforming into a knuckle bled fist.
Deafening decibels desperate to pump up the jam.
Distinguished from independent thought
Bedlams final safety net sets off.
Distinguished from the shame
Prophets betrayed my another divine kind.
How to love a self
By the seizures of our child?
It bear not the demeanour of a preacher
Sopranos forced to be overshadowed by a blues choir.
Doubt these creatures.
Those with eyes of a temptress.
Alpha romeos induced into crawling out of her womb
Thrust a pelvis
If merely to humour.
Break down the odds of
Blue blood runs yellow
Bloody piss takers.
Leave a heart
To the meaning of life.
Triggers free happy clappy believers
Silenced to be reborn
By the creators personal midwife.
(Kaffir-meaning ‘non believer’ in Islam and it was also the name given to African/mixed race people who lived under the apartheid regime in South Africa.)