When the Dogs Bite

Saturday, 31 May 2025

31st May 2025

in my head, I’m nineteen:

my physical body begs to differ

grey pubes

IX.II

It's many years since she perused the text

supposed written of the visions of St. John

when he observed the end of this world and the next

beginning when the sinners have all gone.

The second coming of the Christ into the world

when angels trumpet open all the gates of Hell

and those whom God has chosen say the Word;

ascend to Heaven on the final bell.

(Except for those who didn't get a chance

to ask forgiveness for their trespasses

before they died, but child molesters dance

in Grace if they paid priests to kiss their asses.

Friday, 30 May 2025

30th May 2025

attempted theft

I put up some signs

Optimism

IX.I

She looks upon her hands, these tools of trade

she trained for many years to hone the skill

of portraiture and figure work, and made

to labour in a light, Artanic mill.

What horrors have they seen and wrought to taint

the pristine canvasses of early work

with images of body parts displayed

in vivid sexual acts and circle jerk?

And now true horror comes, imbues

on them a holy power to impart

a Godsome wrath upon the men who choose

to bring corruption to the planet's heart.

Thursday, 29 May 2025

29th May 2025

sneezing fit

pulls my back into spasm

that weird age...

VIII.X

Male friends are now so few and far between

except her flatmate and the pair of gay men

who adopted her one night when she was seen

being abused by someone in a gambling den.

All this because she grew too old, too soon,

and tried to be an adult while a child

by playing piper to a misogynist's tired tune

abandoning her youth and going wild.

But just for now the nicotine imbues

her body with the chemicals required

to bring some clarity of thought; ensues

some insight into what this day transpired.

Wednesday, 28 May 2025

28th May 2025

sycamore bole

a fledgling blue tit waits

curious dogs

VIII.IX

But now, at five years down the road, regret

at letting herself fall to such a vice

that led her down a self-destructive mindset

of addiction and despite her dad's advice.

Worst of all, and more than ashy breath,

the wrinkles that upon her face have hung

put there by pursing lips for every death

of sucking cancerous smoke into her lungs.

Never mind the trials she has endured

from marketing her body for the cash;

her distaste for the carnal acts inured

her from the company of men she sees as trash.

Tuesday, 27 May 2025

27th May 2025

day of fasting

add two kilos to the scale

WTAF?

VIII.VIII

Like how was she to pay for all these new cares

when she was still enrolled in public school?

Her cigarettes alone cost more than bus fares

though she used her student discount as a rule.

The alcohol consumed was a small worry

although she kept her limit fairly low,

every Friday night became quite blurry

she found it difficult to tell men 'no.'

Although the blokes would ply her with Bacardi

she found they underestimated skill

and unaware her tolerance was hardy

would find themselves in line to pay the bill.

Monday, 26 May 2025

26th May 2025

study revamp

The dog barking at the window

no more

VIII.VII

She knows tobacco's terrible for health

but stupidly began when she in youth;

desperate to be free to be herself

by following some peer-pressure truth.

For though she may have looked so very chic

and gained some years on her apparent age

in truth it showed her character was weak

and getting into pubs brought other wage.

For with her new teenage maturity

came pressure to perform as adults might

and forced into her knowledge that came free

to those whom age could naturally bite.

Sunday, 25 May 2025

25th May 2025

inversion accident

brings a fall onto my own neck.

Should've filmed it

VIII.VI

cold bitten fingers brought to life and warmed

by pressing them between her tight-closed thighs;

the tingling as nerve-endings are swarmed

by increased flow a blessing in disguise.

For with warm hands she now is able

to roll the Borstal cigarette she craves

by using her lap as a makeshift table

and forging nails for an early grave.

She pauses for a moment, taking lighter

and sets flame to the thin tube of tobacco

then sucking through as tip goes ever brighter

releasing her addiction, feeling wacko.