Wednesday, 2 April 2025
Queen
From my white garden seat,
sounds come without end,
take a while to release,
secrets like lemon seed,
blow ravaged on the bends,
they recall whispered feelings,
when lovers trick or treat,
my perfume used to extend,
to whiskey downed neat,
living by a swollen creek,
my prayers are all sent,
a gun lies next to me,
I'm no lolling cheat,
what better cure than friends,
who set you all at ease,
bathed in wine or yeast,
to my door is where they wend,
to measure out my beans,
no public retreats,
let's this place offend,
down fields of blue wheat,
we reach for heaven.
Tuesday, 1 April 2025
Penelope
Tell me, tell me why,
they treat me like dirt,
lips dissolve their cries,
who says to run clear,
retrieve a stolen hurt,
throw a veil of tears,
against such hurful slights,
candles scent the air,
bells ring out the night,
my life contains their fear,
in yellow-robed nightshirts,
they beg me stay here,
walk like a woman of insight,
through desolate squares,
they search my eyes,
will they ring my ears,
jeer at my furs,
ask what's beyond the stars,
I'll make them care,
they love orators here,
in dark and green lairs,
I'm ready to reveal.
Monday, 31 March 2025
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Our Cargo Party: Ophelia
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Our Cargo Party: Ophelia
Our Cargo Party: Ophelia: A worn-out empty feeling, hot kitchen's footache, something inside me creaking, he brings me the news, with a doctor’s face, when y...
Our Cargo Party: Ophelia
Our Cargo Party: Ophelia: A worn-out empty feeling, hot kitchen's footache, something inside me creaking, he brings me the news, with a doctor’s face, when y...
Our Cargo Party: Ophelia
Our Cargo Party: Ophelia: A worn-out empty feeling, hot kitchen's footache, something inside me creaking, he brings me the news, with a doctor’s face, when y...
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