Archive for fear

Swimming in Treacle (Sexism Throughout the Years)

Posted in poetry with tags , , on July 13, 2017 by malartart

Pornography never

                        Stays with you

Models w/ hypochondria

                       Judge themselves not fit

To work alongside birds of a

                        Feather who fuck together

She is him; and confusingly

                         everyone is beginning to

Understand he is them

                         How many apostles fit in a

cave? How many want out? How do they stay sane?

                                  With the lord on tenterhooks

       the wires are bound to snap

              (broadly speaking, but not speaking about broads)

If I am with she and she is in me, we’re monologuing

             About erotica for all, not just perverts and priests

As if there’s any difference my discrimination can see

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Where Do We Go-Go-Go From Here?

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on January 8, 2017 by malartart

‘Guys & Gals a go-go’:

Safe in the house

Safe in thought

Safe in society

Safe with my bro’s

Safe with my brethren

Safe with art

Safe in films

Safe too far

The black shirted scumbags-saviours

Slap flyers on my wall

Now listening to sum dodgy shit

With make up running down my face

Not crying

Not laughing

Just thankfully finally feeling unsafe

(Oddly) Bent Out Of Shape

Posted in poetry with tags , , on November 2, 2015 by malartart

Odd, I don’t remember us meeting before

Odd;

         you the victim of the marine on Saltwater Rd.

         a unicorn lover from Detroit

Odd;

        I feel like a hoax yet worryingly have rules

        red faced, tempestuous, running out of room

Odd;

       it now has a leg up, yet no promotion

       joining a fellowship that’s not a club

Odd;

       the creature claws from clarity to clearly confused

       odd, how he wants out now,

                                                   and yet,

       oddly it makes perfect sense

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