Fancy

I say nine as if it is real
As if she is real
More real than the stench 
Rotting under my coat

The bottle top marked our hand
Like a red kiss stained gifted into us onto us

Don't shut your eyes until the war is over

I find a quiet spot
A dark door
We await delivery of our new pretties
Hoping they will work like a dream 
It hurts my head
The anticipation
Intense intent insistent

Don't tell anyone Alice 
But I've never felt anything

I have never been scared
I have never been happy 

Course you feel silly
You hate me 
I keep you awake

She swings her feet
Rubs her hands
Waiting waiting waiting

It is killing me
I think
Being awake

Am I a mind trapped in a body
Or a body trapped in a mind

She chuckles
There you go
Awake awake like a petal in the morning sun

My love is so far gone now
A cigarette burnt in the rain

We are dead already
Yes
Dead body
Dead mind

But if we are dead and our skin is dead why don’t we cry

Because we can build prisons and break down heaven
Play on the swing
You know that one under the tree where we will go
No matter what
No matter what

It is nice here 
Underground
Dark
We await delivery of our new pretties
Hoping they will work like a treat

She swings her feet
Rubs her hands
Waiting waiting waiting

I rub red the bottle top

Happy for a moment

She nods
Aren't we fancy
Just like cakes.



thank you to all who visit and comment...apologies for not getting around to posts and replies as i normally would...i haven't forgotten you...and will hopefully be back on track soon...

Ditch

The machine that trims our flesh
Waits in the white room
The room where the music disappears
Where the milk lotion fills your brain
Better than candy 
Better than liquor
Better than anything really

One point five percent 
The jam weeps into the sponge

They call home torture 
There is no place like it
More comfortable for us

We are not allowed comfort
She says
Shh
We can roll cotton in the dark

I dust myself on the floor

It’s all been a trick 
Trick trick tricky
A false uniform 
Worn but not believed 

Nobody actually likes us loves us wants us to be
They tease us with peppermint screams
Stitch up our dreams in candy floss
Turn the train to run over us
When we have tried so hard
So fucking hard

We don’t do bridges 
We do ditches

Apples are more resilient when baked in a pie
Half baked
Pie eyed
Running around
Headless chicken 
Hypnotised by what I thought was love
Hanging on
Hanging on

This afternoon we will make the room white
No gimmicks
Right
Right

No lies or lust
Pure
Just you and me
You never trick me
Lust the depravity of this nothingness

See 
It’s easy as pie
All just a process silly
Pack the bag
Swallow the pretties
And then 
I don't know
Wait
For what
For whatever comes next

She sings and claps her little hands
Why did we take so long
Why did we try so fucking hard

She holds my hand

One
Two 
Three

We don’t do ditches
We do bridges.

Belt

I keep a black ribbon 
Tied around my chair 
In case 
You know
You come back

I can see Orion 
Does it have its belt on 
She chuckles 
Of course silly
It's nice when the tables turn
And her head leaves mine

I would like everything to leave my head
Like when they took the photograph
As if I was a body 
Except I am not

Textbook autumnal 
Hoping you return
Like a crisp leaf
Falling through the moon

I am falling
Subtle supple silent
Captured like a dead body
Except I am not

We’ll steal Monday
You keep Tuesday
Fruitless futile folly

Let’s jump through hoops of stars
And the cow can lick the spoon

I remember 
How you turned my life into a last hurrah 
Arrogance cruder than my body
Which still lives
Just so you know

Flies find their own way out
After time
Shut the doors
Unlatch the windows 
Keep the invitation open for something new

I can see Orion 
Does it have its belt on 
She chuckles 
Of course silly
It's nice when the tables turn
And her head leaves mine

We drink stars
And the moon jumps over the cow.

Thanks to Sherry Blue Sky

Thank you Sherry - really lovely to chat with you

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/life-of-poet-jae-rose.html

I'm not sure if it's vain to share the link but what the hey! I love it thank you x

Pick

The cherry picker is in town
Hold on to your mind Alice
Or they'll pick it clean
Mix it up in jelly and serve it to the crows

We make nonsense
No sense
Muffle our speech in sheets
Paper linen gold

They stole our name
Left us in the cold

I would like to cry

Birdman puts his hood up
His rain falls in the dark

I would like to

Alice holds my hand

Sugar sweetens
Candy kills

I bought a plastic bottle
That time we stopped
Held it like a chalice
A goblet full of vital signs

When I came back
I broke away the paper name 
Tore it into strips
You sick fuck

They stole our words
Left us in the cold
Defective disconnected disengaged

This nonsense 
No sense 
Is everything and all

The dusty scrapbook used to fill me up
Now I am empty as a dirty page
A filthy poem wrapped around a stolen soul

The cherry picker is coming
Hold on to your mind Alice
Or they'll pick it clean
Mix it up in jelly and serve it to the crows.

A note from Jae

Thank you all so much for your lovely comments from TWW and Poets United

- apologies if i don't get to read your posts this week

Things are a bit topsyturvy in j world at the moment

I appreciate you all stopping by

Thank you
Jae

Cinnamon

Let's put our love in the cinnamon box 

Where no one else can see 
She chuckles
Baby lost her head
We would like to think it is 
Beaten broken barren inside
But it never shuts up
On and on and on

Nothing measures up to the first choice the last choice the only choice

The smell of outside dying
Never matches the shining decay of my soul

I quietly crumble like apples in a pie
Baby lost half her head
Well put it together silly

Rabbit has forgotten who we are

I am not beyond help
Help is beyond me

You worry too much
And not enough

Let's take jesus out with us today
He wrote the bestest book
Full of angels and stars and rainbows
You should always remember he made you
And you made me 
Quite a fancy little circle silly
Like birdies in a pie

I don’t understand Alice
How nothing can become so intense
Too much
Too little
All and nothing
All at once

They are such silly little girls 
Comparing stitches and bows

Our seams are so big nobody sees
Not any more Alice 

But it's not the stitches and bows
It's us
Me
I can no longer be seen

Underneath the laundry the fire is so safe

Let's put our love in the cinnamon box 
Where no one else can see 

You are my sweetest dream Alice
My sweetest baby girl.