bolt hole – just another girl

in love with lemon waxareas that filth can’t reachglass that’s barely therethe noxious smell of too much bleach Big Brother’s in da housethankfully, he’s outa sightclock is tickin’ far too loudon this lockdown Friday night ‘n you’re alonea scared wee mouseSeptember sun is settin’outside the walls of your safe house too much sun, too muchContinue reading “bolt hole – just another girl”

stages – just another girl

where is he now,she wondersthe first boy who kissed her cheek?they were fiveso unsuspectingof the havoc that kiss would wreak ‘n whateverhappened tothe first boy who carried her books?so brave,with his steamed-up glassesblue plaid coat with metal hooks she always smileswhen she remembersthe boy whose virginity she tookthose lustfulteenaged kisseshis shocked, delighted look neverhas sheContinue reading “stages – just another girl”

come August – Just Another Girl

so complicatedthe relationship she has withthis particular swathe of dayslove in the morningmistrust in the afternoona butterflies-in-the-stomach feelingthat signals the monsoon time cannotbe trusteda trickster it has becomespilling wine in the eveningerasing sun from skyearly comes the darknesson the wings of a seagull’s cry copyright © 2020 KPM online at: https://faithfully-mine.com/

ancestral pain – just another girl

the painruns deepit lives in dreams& broken sleependless scraps ofSunday school dressessmell of burning flesh& scorched tresses the painit creepsunbiddenshe weepssigns that pointto a crowded backunfair lawspromoting endless lack that painshe tries to hideneedingjust one peaceful daybut that painis relentlessit never quitegoes away copyright © 2020 KPM online at: https://faithfully-mine.com/

sunset gin – kate58 (just another girl)

it’s my own special concoctionutilised on those dayswhen I waft from room to roomin an unthinking dazemornings when I feel unsettledafternoons when I feel blueafter evening teawhen I don’t know what to domade especially for those dayswhen I simply cannot wina magic remedythat I call sunset gin no, I’m not gone tell youwhat’s in theContinue reading “sunset gin – kate58 (just another girl)”

Supposition – Just Another Girl

I supposelockdownis better than bein’locked up stolen people – stolen culture – stolen songshow many years beggin’for those wrongsto be rightedgenerations blighted from the solid chainfrom the whip’s painmy people have moved on tofeelings of dejectionat daily, unexplained & subtlerejection gerrymanderingwhat do them people want?politicians panderingwhat do those people want?centuries awashwith righteous screamsthey echo in the ears of theContinue reading “Supposition – Just Another Girl”

droplets of joy – just another girl

a heart still fragilea week after the protesta soul that remainsin a state of unrest so when the unexpected knockhits the door1st instinct is to wonder:“is it time to hit the floor?” black dog has been bitingcrazy thoughts inhabit the voidwhat’s that’s noise? what’s that sound?the word of the day is paranoid eye pressed toContinue reading “droplets of joy – just another girl”

blood red – just another girl

it was my mother’sfavourite colourso I planted red gardeniaswhere bees now hover my goin’ out lipstickin a tube thin & sleekso I can leave red kisseson my loved ones cheek so many shadestantalizing huesshiny red toenailspeeking through my summer shoes flags, cars, hairit flows in rivers during warsoldiers of different racesdying on a foreign shoreContinue reading “blood red – just another girl”

weary – just another girl

it went awaythe poem I meant to writeit vanishedwith today’s sunlight it’s gonea poetic door now closedlike the blood of protestersscrubbed ‘n hosed they disappearedwords I thought were so profoundno one wants to hearpleas from the urban ground I lost themall those words I wanted to sayprobably wouldn’t have helpedany old way copyright © 2020Continue reading “weary – just another girl”

ritual – just another girl

gettin’ up in the mornin’“where are my fags?”while the kettle’s boilin’I need those first few drags before I eat my breakfast“what happened to my book?”fiction’s better than the newsit improves the day’s outlook gotta get some bread ‘n milk“where’d I put my purse?”must be fallout from the lockdownthat’s why my memory’s getting’ worse however,“where areContinue reading “ritual – just another girl”