Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain

Lockdown

‘Indoors, indoors, indoors!’

‘Crow, it’s for the benefit of all.’

‘Indoors, indoors, no more!’

‘Crow, it’s for the good of human-kind.’

‘Indoors, indoors, I hate these walls.’

‘Crow, you picked the colour, remember from before?’

The little blackbird ruffles his feathers in his spot on the corner of their kitchen table. He looks longingly out of the window and snarls, ‘Fucking panic-buyers, there wasn’t any chicken nuggets left!’ Unique turns off the saucepan that now has heated baked-beans, mushrooms and onions inside. ‘Crow, we’ll be fine. We have chickpea-chick’n for tomorrows dinner.’

‘Indoors, indoors, indoors! No more indoors, no more.’

Unique serves up two bowls of mashed potatoes, beans, mushrooms, onions and a sprinkle of sesame seeds. Places the dishes onto the table, Crow grumbles and whispers, ‘I wanted roast chicken!’ Unique rubs his left cheek and prompts him to try his first meat-free meal.

Serious Mood

The last time I received a papercut, I remember seeing blood.

The pain was real enough.

I felt like I needed a quiet, dark place a few weeks ago. I explained why.

Thursday gone I felt happy due to some of the changes I’m creating. The first thing you say is, ‘you’re usually in a serious mood.’

I understand you don’t honestly believe I deserve to be happy. You like when I’m weak and in need. I realised that – you like drama.

Blended

The art to mix two is an art only a Master can muster before man.

I won’t lie to the watchers.

I’ll lie to fakers.

They want to know how I created this tiny heartbeat.

I told them, ‘from my baby toe, I tapped into a plug and shocked a new beat.’

I mixed madness into sanity and called it life.

I’ll always love you.

You’ll always be my baby…

Unique Has No One

Unique has no one.

All she has is a diary, a pen and an idea.

Unique has no one.

All she has is that foul ball of feathers.

That rotten shadow of evil.

Unique is pathetic.

I mean, who do you know hangs around with birds?

Unique is useless; all she does is post a poem a day on WordPress.

But who reads her shit?

Unique is a stupid bitch.

Beyond the rants of hidden figures, a lone crow waits in silence, all you hear is his tiny heartbeat. His sapphire blue eyes twinkle outside the bedroom window of one. With his beak, he cuts through the double window pane. The occupant throws a copy of Birthday Letters by Ted Hughes at Crow, they shake and explain, ‘it’s all for social media! I do it for likes! I love Unique, I do.’

Crow glides across to the occupant’s desk and states, ‘only the unbelieving would be so ridiculous to make such comments.’ The occupant apologises profusely, but Crow proceeds to prove his point.

‘Unique has me!’ Crow declares as he slowly carves around the iris of the lone occupant.

‘Unique has me!’ Crow whispers as he jabs deeply into the inner thighs of the occupant.

‘Unique has me!’ Crow sings while scratching the knees of the occupant.

Missing

From the files of Unique

You arrived at my house in your animagus form. I can’t disclose what that is, as I know they will search for you.

You press your lips onto mine. I feel the transfer of nerves interrupt my chilled vibe.

Why are you so nervous?

I bite on your lower lip; I love kissing you and need to show you how much I’m in control.

Hours pass the both of us.

I wake up alone.

I once feared I would never see you again, and today marks that starting point.

Crow Said YES

Crow Said YES

It was Sunday 23rd of February 2020 at 11:11 I discovered Crow could read minds. As he flew above me, he seemed quieter than usual. More focused.

I called up.

He flew down.

Landed on my right shoulder and said, ‘Unique, listen!’

‘I’m listening.’

‘Look at that fat bitch selling to that weird bitch.’

‘I’m looking.’

‘Can’t you hear them?’

‘Their mouths aren’t open; she looks like she’s browsing.’

His sapphire blue eyes stare intensely into my big brown eyes. He watches another person and then looks around.

‘Ah! I’m the chosen one.’

Crow sets off into the sky above and circles everyone as I walk by.

Can I short-change this blind customer?

Are Vegans stupid?

Does eating take way make you fat?

Can you cheat and not get caught?

He doesn’t wash, does he?

Crow, in delight that he can hear thoughts, shouts down to all.

YES!

YES!

YES!

DO IT!
YES!