Raised from dead

I planned another attempt on my knees Spoke to a God Pathetic Uninspired Extraterristial Daisy is no more. A body emptied walking on egg shells. Shocked mind No purpose too unkind. Secret whispers Willful whiskers Silent sisters Cause me to break out in blisters. Words fail to recover my obsolete pose Hesitant Defunct Maleficent stream... Continue Reading →


Sometimes I feel like why do I bother. Sometimes I feel like I’ve used up all my bear care The cities I lived in . The people I’ve engaged with. started to stick two fingers up. But only to the dickheads. I dance to these beats cos I rise to the funk masters compilation. I... Continue Reading →

My greatest mistake

If I let you creep under my skin would you forgive me for wishing myself to die from sin? If I let you hold tight and folded into your arms would you forgive me for needing someone to look to for my daily psalms? If i had you ravage my body in kisses, linger fingertips... Continue Reading →

Love Cartel didn’t end well

sails set -flappers on deck- bags packed ready to dance with le mistral - Prepare for signs of cursive scurvy , unorthodox rats. a canary and a dove destined for a new type of island style Known by the name king Louis of swing. Roots. Start over. Allegiance to the flag Pledge to acquiesce to... Continue Reading →

Maybe she wrote

Heard the one about instagram being cocaine delivery service ? Meme- it. Nah! I just go for the pictures, personally but the deep dark web -hides mews of creatures -deep- internally. My world luxed out with a sunny day. A line scented with silver made for an olfactory disguise - remnants of rotting fish odor... Continue Reading →

Force of drole

*writing to recover-writing to remember who I am. Writing and shrugging of the insults of so called friends/family DROLE-this  world is a part of my repertoire  seek it out I  observe the stars bluster out a cosmic sigh sun ushered in to greet me and says to me high sunshine deflated-slips behind coy eyelashes flicker... Continue Reading →

Do or Dye

Sitting on the roof top trying to tell myself I've not misbehaved. Blush rose hues creep up my cheeks and I know my hearts desire is unexplained. I look at the stars — one always stands out brighter than the rest. I say to myself — there goes my next conquest. With liberal wings and... Continue Reading →

The get by

Writing to get by It's that or sudden death - I merely exist or throw myself off gullibles bridge. Splat - Acme would own up to my incredible fuck ups blowing out trails of smoke. Enticing my inner bloke to forget about the matriarchy and live off some clean toke. It's not important what we... Continue Reading →

My latest Garage Sound ,spoken word with awesome help and instructions  from my mate to push myself and my own boundaries. Do not fear  you will make many many mistakes. It's okay not to  have your shit together first time around or even your 50th C'est la vie

My mother called me

My mother called me a narcissist I delayed ringing an exorcist Eve didn't want to admit she was too affronted by the orange county housewife I' d laugh if it weren't for the affray the truth is I'm a direct line of self sabatageoust my mother called me a narcissist cos i killed myself she... Continue Reading →

Kooky heart

Oh how did this happen to me The girl from some other foreign city? Wiley enough to make a plan Cunning and soft of heart -all my eggs bled before the start of labour Before the sun came up. It hid her pain, all the clots of her smiles. She would coocoo again for her... Continue Reading →

La fripon- Flopsy Ears

Death rattle Reminiscent of an uprising of crickets ready to battle Stare at a puffed updiamond heart Drumming inside an empty cage. Birds ripped apart. Gargoyle  stares ignored. Folk bumble about unaware what is in store for us all- eventually. The breathe of Hades- Lingers then makes a dash for scant flesh and bones. Meat... Continue Reading →


I write these words at my detriment. One could never state i'm pertinent Impertinent A condundrum Fun until the sun sets and all glows shady dim. I have bars I could sing It's my cage. It's inner song lost I need customer service. Hit 3 to subscribe  to Paige.

When OCD became messy

Shout out to LINDA G stream of consciousness   – check out what it is all about here Caught out -over indulging on sexual delicacies. Orgasming, glow in the dark visuals projected onto her Fantasia cranium mental ceiling. So novel. Walls cave in – was it just lust  that caused her to make up all this... Continue Reading →

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