Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain

101

I read online there are 101 ways to tell someone that they’re a crap friend.

I heard from a friend an apology that they’re a shitty person.

I imagine new people to become acquaintances and real friends – ones that aren’t trash, like the friends around my ends.

I real online there are 101 ways to make an omelette, I try to stay away from the idea of it.

I heard from a friend that people who eat eggs are cruel.

I imagine new rules for the people that set rules.

I read online there are 101 ways to say, ‘I love you.’

I heard from a friend that only one of 101 is often used.

If using was an occupation, 101% of the ignorant population would be hired – Well recorded as volunteers.

 Online a web that’s sticky.

Care

A simple phone call.

A basic text.

A brief e-mail.

A letter, what next?

A twenty-minute walk, outside whenever you like.

A bite into a homemade brownie, two bites into warm delight.

A hot bubble-bath filled with pink-himilayan salt and essential oils.

 Chilled Cow playing on YouTube and care is all I know.

Can You Show Me?

Can you show me your heart and I’ll show you mine?

I want us to compare love, especially at this time.

Can you show me your mind and I’ll teach you about life?

I want us to compare thoughts, even more so this time.

Can you show me your memories and I’ll tell you my story?

I want us to compare history, although history is history.

Saturday

If ever there was a day to reflect, I hear Saturday is the worst day to select.

It’s usually busy and predictable.

But would you bet on a Saturday to meditate? Mediate? Or simply to differentiate from the time we already have allotted to us?

I guess that’s a question for you to facilitate?

Object: Silk Scarf

I once bought a silk scarf for 99p. I wrapped it around my head, to protect the edges of my hairline from fading away.

I woke up, and it was gone…

Crow returned around lunchtime, boasting how amazing the silkworms that made my new scarf were delicious. He offered me one, I declined.

That night I went to bed and laid my head upon a cotton covered pillow. It was a sleepless night; I longed for the softness of silk to wrap me up with its delicate hold. I know it’s cruel to want something that was not made for me.

I woke up and at the foot of my Queen-sized bed, lay the head of a man I once called twice a week. Crow seemingly had been dancing on his nose for some time, as his tiny claw marks seemed deeper around the eyes but more expansive on his chin, than any other part of his previously handsome face.

Worms moved in and out of his fleshy neck, ‘Not silkworms Unique, only maggots!’ said Crow.

His sapphire eyes glinted in the morning sun, and he asked me if we could buy a new freezer?

I replied, ‘Crow, my dear, the day you stop surprising me with random pieces of people, I’ll buy you a new freezer.’ He dug his beak into the right eye of this body-less person and squawked, ‘But I love life!’

The Red & Black Backpack

I have a backpack, and inside I packed: A black A4 2020 diary, a hippy print diary, pack of sanitary towels enclosed in a floral pouch, pack of spicy noodles, four highlighters, one blue pen, two red pens, one black pen that has run out of ink, a 50th birthday card, half-eaten cheese sandwich, hairbrush, a book by Chuck Palahniuk, a beige glasses case with green glasses enclosed, iPad, overused iPad charger, hand cream, a tub of basil and tomato pasta-bake, cherry flavoured Carmex, a tiny wooden duck named Jane, a bottle of water, a pack of Biscoff biscuits, a used PostIt note some random guys number barely legible and a jar of hope.

Cherry

Cherry in my smoothies.

Cherry on my lips.

Cherry kisses for my new love.

My new love…

The sweet sensations you deliver to me, through conversation and genuine talk.

Cherries in hand, a squeeze or two with you.

Cherry.

My future love he exists.

My heart is healing from fake love in the near past.

Love is near.

Cherry.

I Pray

I pray that you get everything I could not give to you.

I pray that you do well.

I pray for you.

Crow cackles in the short distance, and out he coughs ‘Liar, liar! Atheist! Atheist.’

His sapphire blue eyes turn fiery red, and he flies down and lands on Unique’s head.

She’s kneeling at the grave of a love that never existed, for she pays her respects. But Crow cheers her for being a hypocrite.

Atheist! He caws before landing on the fresh mount of dirt.

‘Here lies a foolish man who is now home to my snacks, worms and maggots and the odd juicy rat!’

A fake tear falls from the right eye of Unique. Crow turns quickly, and it lands on his beak.

‘I love you, Unique.’