S**t is a Fertiliser

Sick in the f*****g stomach
Lurching from pillar to post
Sprinting like a cheetah
Staggering like a drunk
Over
over
over
overtired
undersplept
sleep deprivation,
depriving the fire of fuel
by skipping on a scratched groove
by kipping in a snatched grave
by ripping like a crashed wave
by slipping like a beached whale
over charged
underspent
oversexed
all fucked up
and no place to go
sticky sticking
stuck in a f*****g loop
stripped, a Möbius strip of a bad trip,
locked in, locked into a pattern
of male pattern badness
mistrust mistress of distress
to and fro and to and fro
round and round and round
the vortex
like a jobbie
white water rafting
all the way down the pan
to the underworld
Just try to remember
that s**t is a fertiliser
from which beauty grows again.

Reviews

[ransom]

..".from which beauty grows again"...indeed....i really enjoyed reading this...my favorite part being that every single word, and image created, seems necessary, intentional and serving a larger purpose...even as each one stands alone.

nice.