30.11.16
I am
a spy in
the land
of
living
I
deliver them
To
DEATH
30 November 2016
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23.11.16-Maid of Orleans
watching Joan of Arc
getting dressed
dark ,hair blazing eyes
bob hair cut
ink on her ribs-
I am not frightened
I was born for this
last night
After the screams and growls
became
soft moans
Became sleep
she dreamt
NOT
Being
the Maid of Orleans
la Marianne
of
wearing white
growing her hair out
dancing at a festival
men in power
Will turn on her
Men in power
will burn her at the stake
refuge in bed
sanctuary
for
a
moment
from
from flames
from battles
from destiny
from sainthood
20 November 2016
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14 November 2016
12.11.16-broken
when they broke Angels wings
they awakened
the demon
emerging
from underground
screaming
for
BLOOD
VENGANCE
Embracing
Angel
stole her secrets
their weight
kissed her bloody wounds
fed her
vampyric blood
to fill
cracks In her
heart
soul
eating bitterness
stole her worries
their weight
angel
flew
high
demon
sank
underground
a little
broken
12.11.16-broken
when they broke Angels wings
they awakened
the demon
emerging
from underground
screaming
for
BLOOD
VENGANCE
Embracing
Angel
stole her secrets
their weight
kissed her bloody wounds
fed her
vampyric blood
to fill
cracks In her
heart
soul
eating bitterness
stole her worries
their weight
angel
flew
high
demon
sank
underground
a little
broken
09.11.16-resistance
how long
blue steel
constant companion
I was
the chosen one
Best and brightest
Justified
this morning
fascists
on the streets
hate
it in the
air
got my gun
chambered a round
Something changed
I summoned
the desolation angels
Fascist in the streets
clean kill
legal targets
training grounds
alphabet city
shepherds bush
algiers
it was always going to
be this way
end
this way
urban guerrillas
emerging from the mists of dawn
fading into the city
to
fight
for a new day
we are
your neighbours
we are
your sisters
your brothers
your hope
we are resistance
12 November 2016
10 November 2016
Like you hate me; not a love story in two acts.
“I love this song! The svelte blonde tells me whiskey rocks in hand dancing in place, as” Hunger Strike” plays; “I’m Lisa ” she adds as an afterthought.
“Hi Lisa, having a good night?”
“Let’s see it’s Friday, I threw my husband Monday My kids ask for him, but I just met you so, it's a wash, “Lisa says with a sarcastic laugh. I signal for a refill I finish my drink in one long gulp
“That’s fucked.”
She laughs; you didn’t run “ she answers laughing it's a challenge she laughs.
I pass her a cocktail napkin, “these are all the things I am scared of.” I say
She examines the napkins and flips its over. “”It’s blank,” Lisa said.
“By George, you’ve got it!” I answer “tell me about you?”
” My name is Lisa Beauchamp “ My name is Lisa Ann Traveller I am 27 I work as an editor, and sometime writer at Nassau County News I have 3 kids, and until Monday I was married to a below average man who was an above average father.”
That’s what you are bridge and tunnel frustrated wife, mother, now ex-wife. Conscientious mother and neighbour fit toned yoga body. I knew that when you walked in this place. Warning; I won’t be validating emotions and feelings.
“I didn’t drive into the city for that, She said leaning against me.
“Why did, you come?” I ask nibbling her neck.
“I have been rationing my pussy because he didn’t deserve, I knew he was doing that fat cow.” She says going stiff then wrapping around me.
“I deserve it??” I ask,
No, but there’s a connection, and right now that’s all I need“ She answers.
“My place, which you realize is a forest of books, and art.
“My children are home, so the another option is the car and it’s a bit chilly. “ She says.
“I live around the way, ”I said she takes my hand. We walk no nervous small talk.
This is it. I say pointing at my building. She takes both my hands faces me and says” I haven’t been properly fucked in months. This is important, can you just fuck me like you hate me?”
“Ok,” I answer. We walk up to me flat.
“I have been numb so long I just want to feel something she says and kisses me at my door placing my hand on her breast. Inside is feverish undressing no conversation just raw passion. First against the wall, then the floor, then the bed. We only stop for wine. I admire her body so strong yet soft. We have undeniable chemistry. Finally, have a spliff and sleep.
I feign sleep as she dresses in the dark, and leaves
“I love this song! The svelte blonde tells me whiskey rocks in hand dancing in place, as” Hunger Strike” plays; “I’m Lisa ” she adds as an afterthought.
“Hi Lisa, having a good night?”
“Let’s see it’s Friday, I threw my husband Monday My kids ask for him, but I just met you so, it's a wash, “Lisa says with a sarcastic laugh. I signal for a refill I finish my drink in one long gulp
“That’s fucked.”
She laughs; you didn’t run “ she answers laughing it's a challenge she laughs.
I pass her a cocktail napkin, “these are all the things I am scared of.” I say
She examines the napkins and flips its over. “”It’s blank,” Lisa said.
“By George, you’ve got it!” I answer “tell me about you?”
” My name is Lisa Beauchamp “ My name is Lisa Ann Traveller I am 27 I work as an editor, and sometime writer at Nassau County News I have 3 kids, and until Monday I was married to a below average man who was an above average father.”
That’s what you are bridge and tunnel frustrated wife, mother, now ex-wife. Conscientious mother and neighbour fit toned yoga body. I knew that when you walked in this place. Warning; I won’t be validating emotions and feelings.
“I didn’t drive into the city for that, She said leaning against me.
“Why did, you come?” I ask nibbling her neck.
“I have been rationing my pussy because he didn’t deserve, I knew he was doing that fat cow.” She says going stiff then wrapping around me.
“I deserve it??” I ask,
No, but there’s a connection, and right now that’s all I need“ She answers.
“My place, which you realize is a forest of books, and art.
“My children are home, so the another option is the car and it’s a bit chilly. “ She says.
“I live around the way, ”I said she takes my hand. We walk no nervous small talk.
This is it. I say pointing at my building. She takes both my hands faces me and says” I haven’t been properly fucked in months. This is important, can you just fuck me like you hate me?”
“Ok,” I answer. We walk up to me flat.
“I have been numb so long I just want to feel something she says and kisses me at my door placing my hand on her breast. Inside is feverish undressing no conversation just raw passion. First against the wall, then the floor, then the bed. We only stop for wine. I admire her body so strong yet soft. We have undeniable chemistry. Finally, have a spliff and sleep.
I feign sleep as she dresses in the dark, and leaves
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