Trinny Can You Hear Me

Trinny, come and lie down by my side and breathe

Your perfect skin glows as brightly as that star

And you start to speak poetry about the days

When we were clean and the stars were just stars

You'd scorch, you'd melt

The life you were dealt (alas dear child)

Is fraught with white spectres

And full on black tigers

Who'd fancy your pelt

Trinny, don't you fucking cry on me

Your perfect heart like an egg, colored for easter

Fragile, painted upon rooster lips with a touch of fuzz

Speaking tirelessly of making love under the trestle

You'd teach, you'd track

It's mounting your back (heavy dear child)

You wail at the spectres

And stab all the tigers

Who'll pick up the slack

Trinny if you die I'll kill you, I swear

I love the way you feel naked, all consuming

I rub my freshly shaved face on your back, your buttocks

You coo and shiver as you ask me to hand you grandmas afghan

You'd squint, you'd smile

I walked the hard mile (loving dear child)

I'd marry the spectres

And tame all the tigers

Whose life is on trial

Trinny..... Can you hear me?

Always a Teacher

She stood tipped toes on turquoise glass

Asked angels for a backstage pass

The homely one he snatched her eye

And blinked away with no goodbye

She screamed and bled a wailing cry

Her life had been so neat

In two strong hands she came across

The voices there bemoaned her loss

Ethereal air turned cold stone

Placed in front on a gilded throne

A teacher faced a final loan

Confused she took her seat

Two by two wee ones funneled in

One eyed children who never sinned

They would have sat for seven days

Seeking truth from her tortured gaze

“Help them to navigate the maze”

“Your words will be their meat”

The booming voices new her fear

“To teach them you must be a peer”

“In heaven there’s no need for eyes”

“You teach them only lullabies”

“And calm there adolescent cries”

Her heart it skipped a beat

Always a teacher

Vessa's Meal

The tower eats the the children's dreams

And writes them down in magazines

Bee stung

Man hung

Over Vessa's broken nail

The witches brew from Satan's tongue

Stored in a cask without a bong

Drink deep

Thoughts creep 

Dodging Vessa's dirty smile

Your breasts they never leave my eye

Your sex an ancient lullaby

Hand firm

You squirm

I think Vessa's going home

A tug and tear of rabbits cloth

I fake a flying abott's moth

Cork bark 

Birth mark

Upon Vessa's rounded cheek

The life that formed in mother's womb

Pinned oddly up in sister's room

Evil bitch 

Solo hitch

Leaving Vessa's clammy grip

El Sol

An Aquarius sun not baking, but brining moments

The tide rolls unshaken in quantities unmeasurable 

But the time here trickles over the face of smooth granite

Moving mountains one atom at a time, carving soul canyons

The breeze whispers nautical tales written in artists sand

One million grains to capture the crease in the Captain's forehead

An entire tropical beach to explain his love of drink

Not enough sand in Mexico to calculate the depth of his sorrow

For those unable to still a mind, the battle wages

In between cold beer and a salty sun, it settles in

A death grip released by witnessing necessity in simple fashion

What do I need to get by today, por mi familia

The pelican intuitively knows high tide, boiling waters, heavy meals

Efficiently killing, but murder is not on it's mind

Eat now for tomorrow it storms, empty hearts, hollow bellies

Mañana brings torturous results for some, bliss for others

Rising, bleeding, bathing

Que pasa El Sol......que pasa