I buy paper

I buy paper I’m too scared to paint on

Race is on, case is strong, I'll rip my f#4king face off

Two times I handle the same damn candle, burning on both

Ends, eternally earning me sandals

With sock on, cross my heart, start boss talk,

Lust, forever the onslaught,

Double bind, blind bus stop,

Last minute, my consort

Hop on board – join the ride with the light lords

Release the rodeo bull, uses horns like what they're made for

Chainsaw, “axes up”, complain more about your painful jaw

Access allied health paid door

Taxes collected dust, stayed decades afraid until a corpse

Grade school was dreamy scary, I still visit the fairies

Syringe in the belly, tranquilizer jelly legs are better

When they’re paired with

Pain meds. Ace is dead.

Shot her in the head, blast to the right-side masseter

Shattered her mandible, maxilla killer, cannibal

Ate her own capital, international chatter gulls.

Mandibular dislocation, did her dissertation duly late

Exercising uninhibited, deliriously real hallucinations

Scooped, V or haltered neck lines

Wrap fabric round, there’s new creations found with different

Names, acclaiming their repackaged basicness. Seal it, send it

The post man twice checks it and buzzes like cash nexus

Delivering the feeling filling me with online brought junk feed

Do I buy fake trees?

White paper waits patiently.

Drain’s clean

Tipped straight bleach in my hair

I dye faithfully

Rainbows' gleam

Sparkles like Megan Markle's straight teeth

Gratingly

If he loves him, then he f#4ks him, he says he’s just a mate, fake it

Rake it

Make me bleed

Monthly, punch me, guts first gunning to squiggle in the

Middle stack of intestines, squished tight with butterflies

Infested pipelines

Piddling the little questions, trifling sum of trivial offences

Frivolous ribbons and frills adorn me

Like my cancelled pension

Climbing gates and fences in my Sunday best dress

Lock me in, lock me out

Like my finger locks the pens in / or the pencils, depending /

Chain links ripped my spencer

Stockings surprisingly survived on the suspension

Feet hit the ground again

And I’m still running

Handbag hitting left hip

And rib cage flaring

Midday, manic

Hailing

Thank him for his foot and his brake pad

Chair’s free

Plain Paper chasing me

New pages take me away into dangerous daydreams

Fractured portraits capture

The abstract playfulness of sunlight streams

Teasing breeze, rupture the rapture encapsulating me

Shattering the peace of the 10km shared zone, throw another crab pot into the mangrove,

Local costal knows, rode the moaning fish bowl bus all the way home, or at

Least to the closest road, then walk, on show.

Headphone blaring, the car operator's scared of the

Pedestrian's impaired senses, severed

From the six and the seventh, street sign measures

Zephyr sweater is checkered

Feather leopard leather glitters with effort

From the Fifth World Champions

Tremoring in terror, tethered to their shepherd, psychological desert

Tempered glass, weathered treasures, wash up on sea shores for sailors

Disembarking the Endeavour

I like my moments like my morning cup of coffee, fast or slow

Depending on the quality

Spitting out what’s not good enough to drink

Save your serviettes please

I prefer napkins

Honey Swallows, Captain Morgan and straight bourbon

With brunch by the Boardwalk, wharf bends

To let the ships in, sit in them, bobbing, too scared to

Go past the river's end

Pay dividends

A man with eight (8) arms is calling the Pentagon, Octopus's friend

Their made of precious metals and marigolds.

Salvaged the Earth’s work

Spat out technobabble talk, thought smarter, worked

Larger

Than the centre slog, unreplenishable, uncontrolled

I’m a “bitch with no end”

Linguistically made friends with the English Language

Find the vantage

Pander the mantra until it’s damaged

I want answers

Write to me, sign it,

Scan it,

Burn it,

Learn it, love from my favourite email spammer

Says not to print, so as to save the planet,

But my waiting blank paper craves the grammar.