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

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