A Squatters World

i can’t live in water
i can’t live in dirt

yet

it’s as easy to breathe in water
as it is to breathe in dirt

but

where i can be a squatter
there is only the unpalatable air

exhausting

from the political factories 
that man u fac true hurt

© bg 2012

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U thought

U thought
U might
start loving me tomorrow …

naked dog shit
always waits
2b scooped
up
AS
it moon bathe’s

on a 

deserted pavement

throw
your tasteless
crotchless knickers
into the
blind monkeys
cup

eat
my brains out
of my
distorted phallic
bell head

till
with our
relationships
menstruations
of
unprecedented
lies spent

U’ll
giggle yourself to sleep
as my
heart sinks
like a
lead fetal crap
as it
breaks up
in a
public toilet
stewing bowl

peewhiz

this abortion
of a
relationship sacrifice
is but a
menopause
of decay
to
cum
from which

U
walk away
with me
clinging
to your
stiletto
toilet brush
heel

looking like
1
pissed off
fetus troll

…but U wanted me gone tonight

by bg 2010

head banging my days away

i say
throw me a sledgehammer
i want out of this godforsaken jail

i say
throw me a sledgehammer
for mercy’s sakes can’t you hear me wail

i say
i’m so sick of sharing my cell
with my glowing shit effigies in the pail

i say
my heads a wrecking ball
but my pale bodies entombed and frail

i say
weary as my body be upon this rusty cross of nails
i say 
weary as my body be upon this rusty bed of nails

i say
this wrecking ball just can’t be laid down
mine enemy is the one who holds the fixed scales

i say
i’ll swing up that wrecking ball till the sky is brought down
i’ll swing up that wrecking ball the next time i exhales

© bg 2014