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Month: October, 2017

Where are you now…

I know better…I should at least, but some days I am lost without you. I search the outer confines of my mind for a corner of solitude and find you waiting, guitar and sweet honey voice calling me in with eyes that know and always knew. I have things to tell you but the ocean never listens and Poseidon keeps you busy, I wonder do you hear me? Oh the intrinsic markings of a constellation mapped from times beginning, created you said, slavery nearer the truth as the matrix of our hybrid minds was frozen. You despaired my knowing yet it formed the fragments of our bond, where are you now? To lose, it all, everything but no loss matches the loss of friendship that slipped away that day. Where are you? I know better… I should, yet still I pressed the button and listened as your voice once again echoed through my mind, a moment created then ready for now, or the next time or the time after that. Where are you now, I have tales to tell and thoughts to share, oh where are you now, I have tales to tell and thoughts to share.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Tick fucking to keep. 

Oh dear God your ramblings bore me, a tale written a hundred ways in the ink of yesterday’s prey with the shattered teeth of bairns, screaming atrocities of a life that isn’t fair!! And alas poor child your silver spoon has fallen in your pea green soup whilst casanova jesters locked away in your dungeons, fester!

Fuck, please, do tell me more of yourmacabre tales, your regal beliefs never failhow holy your mottled hollow soul must be, that you condemn all you fucking see!A tale of tantalising words of old, again told and again told and again told… Your silver spoon has fallen, your text book memory stolen, your man made penis swollen….yawn, even writing this is boring me…

KH©2017

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