Kiss me in the grass
Before Summer melts away
And Autumn creeps in
With smoky leaves
And hazy dreams
Be braver than the Summer mists
That leave for more clement times
As leaves curl on forest floors
Kiss me once more
Hazy Dreams
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Be Your Own Wolf
Be your own Wolf
Howl at the moon
Bare your teeth
Claws unsheathed
Until required
Ferocity contained
Until stirred
Let the lunar phase
Make your shape
Let instinct
Run your soul
Be your own Wolf
The Jobless Centre
We line up like Battery Hens
Ready to be inspected
Tested for diligence
Evidence of initiative
The great unwashed
An unemployable mass
Answering questions
Like naughty children
Spoken to in stern tones
In simple words
As if we cannot comprehend
Clutching our booklets
Identified only by our numbers
And lack of worth
Defined by our jobless status
Waiting our turn
Little lambs to slaughter
Ready for our roasting
With a dash of mint sauce
And side of indignity
Rodin
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The Art of Banksy
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Time’s Tapestries
Tumbleweeds
Through time
Past histories
Which cannot unwind
Silken threads
Snapping on sharp needles
Torn tapestries
A thimble of regret
Stitch fast
And hope to forget
Swagger
Men swaggering on the outside
Hiding insecure boys
Their secret inside self
As they test their confidence
On soft girls
Hidden in platonic platitudes
And a shiny smile
Deceiving feminine souls
Witness
To a tired trial attempt
For those who want to flex
Shaky masculine muscles
Their beer soaked confidence
On one who won’t mock
The practice run
Or their fragile ego
Oh Baby, Just You Shut Your Mouth
Frozen
Peas on a fork
Slipping
Hands frozen
Fragile
As anxiety rages inside
Ripping through motor function
The basic of skills
To eat
To survive
But forgotten
Muscle memory
Lost
In a fog of trauma
As those who raised you
Watch
Hearts breaking
But patient
Broken by the husk before them
Tree Hugger Happiness
Kitt Noir 