Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain

Shop-Pigs!

I visited the super-market and could not buy:

  • Hand-sanitiser
  • Antibacterial Surface Spray
  • Antibacterial Wipes
  • Porridge
  • Oat-milk
  • Self-raising flour

I have visited the super-market every-day since March 17 2020

It is disheartening each time I visit, nothing is available…Knowing that people across the United Kingdom have stock-piled through sheer greed!

#ThanksForNothing

Empty

Empty

I’ve never felt so alone, through the meat to my bones, I’ve never felt so empty.

I feel like I reside on the wall inside art by Dali.

Yet, here I hang alone in an empty gallery. No eyes on me.

21 days isolation, extended on Friday I bet.

Although, betting is futile in a world of social-distancing. My purse remains untouched.

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…