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Stone city blues

The colour in my city
is not on tall buildings
mostly grey dirty stone
is the place I call home
Memories of happier times
I love it’s dirt and grime
because industry made it so,
factories were full of life
the ones that pumped out smoke

Now it’s the jobless youth that
stand still and blow out smoke,
Where is their chance,
to add something more
to our Mid-land city?
The skins of my Birmingham
Now bring colour to our streets,
Don’t need shiny reflective circles
on wanabee-fancy shopping malls.

A city born a market town
and a colourful exotic market
is what I see today,
How you feel about colour is like
a tortured black artist once said;
“It all depends on who you are,
on what street”
A golden dickhead once said
My city is “a no-go-zone”
but this only applies
to that American prick!

If you look at the buildings,
you may get the blues
from the stone city greys
but stop and think…
our forefathers worked hard,
strong hearts with steel pulses,
in hot, smelly metal foundaries
to make it this shade of grey,
they clocked out coloured the same,
the black dirt stuck to all men,
Drops of our own sabbath black,
ink from wet UB40 unemployment forms,
our special colour made from darkness.

chamberlain_square_birmingham_april_2007

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Internal mess

Outside is clean,
Face shaved hair styled,
The carpets are hoovered,
Surfaces wiped.

Inside is messy,
Cleaning up isn’t quick!
Takes time
For those surfaces

Like Lady Macbeth
Scrubbing her clean hands
The bloody mess
inside her mind

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Likes and superlikes

I want to steal your car
you drive like a pussy
It looks so pretty and rapid
I’ll give it a like.

You found a quote
That you think is profound,
Did you give it many seconds
Of your precious time?

Your baby looks odd,
Is that what it’s meant
To look like? Sorry to vent,
Still I’ll give it a like.

All her photos look edited,
Can see through the filter,
An app rebuilt her face
Still superlike just in case.

Fuck the likes and superlikes
Unless you see something make
Me smile in person
You’ll never know what
I really do like.

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Juicy round melons

Love a good melon
Colour don’t matter
Bigger the fruit
The more bites
I can take.
It wants me
To delve deep
Open jaw wide
Stuff myself
Til cheeks bulge.
Can’t be bitter
That’s not fun,
Must be ripe,
Round and soft.
To arouse my
Appetite.

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Postpartum Psychosis

Supposed to be a lovely time
Two people created another life
Same way that they made me
One more child took something
Out of her, effort took a toll,
A toll that cost mother her life.

The total cost still being added
Like a very big shopping trip
That will last generations
Her goodness is in me
And her blues is in me too
Oh well, what can you do..

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It might’ve been

We might’ve been
Something big
I might’ve been
What you needed
You might’ve been
Someone that helped

We should have
Both tried harder
I should have
Understood my flaws
You should have
Had more patience

Now I know
The foundations
Of my choices,
The wiring
Behind the box,
And I only wish
I first met you
today

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Observations before action

The fool will continue
To be foolish.
Other eyes will see,
The idiot offending.
The limit will be reached,
When you’ve seen enough.
His actions were key
To you creating a lock.
You make him stop,
With the arm behind the back.
Now the fool must leave
And think of his foolishness.

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