De-ode rant limerick for a stinking PM
There once was a dickhead named Scotty
Whose ethics were scabby and grotty
In times of crisis
He was flaccid and useless
And now the whole nation is snotty
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Zoe Xanadu 2022
There once was a dickhead named Scotty
Whose ethics were scabby and grotty
In times of crisis
He was flaccid and useless
And now the whole nation is snotty
š·
Zoe Xanadu 2022
Is that you
Texting me?
I wait
Be cool
Let thirty seconds pass
Before I cross the room
To pick up my phone
Itās a fucking ad
For solar panels
Just
No
Late stage capitalism closes in
Sputter stumble grip squeezeā¦
We heave and try
We trudge and sigh
Bound, and on our knees
Conditioned slaves to a broken system
Acutely self-aware
Of our own pathos
as we participate in the continuation
of our own oppression
How could we make a poem with rhythm
When jolting discomfort is what is now so deeply familiar?
When removal from so much of what is natural and beautiful about the human experience has become our accepted realityā¦
How has it come to this though?
Our ancestors would not have wished it for us.
The legacy we stand to leave does not look great.
And yet, here we are, rubbing our noses in sea-trash-to-be, as fossil fuels burn on.
Eat shit and die. Could we at least soften it with a comma, or even two, for Oxford?
Your fruity pungence permeates the kitchen
I feel the guilt
Itās not even current yet
But it will be soon
As you all become over-ripe at once
Cute lil hand of ladyfingers
The states were closed to one another
As our hearts lit up
A tiny window opened for us
To sip from true loveās cup
We yearn and strive to feel close
With new laws holding us apart
We both stay home so far away
When home is in each otherās heart
I long for you my darling one,
To feel your arms around me
To hear you whisper to my hair
Of all the things that should be
Hold on my love, and I will too
To the truth of our sweet story
This pain we know is compost
For a garden full of glory
(C) Zoƫ Xanadu 2021
Disco Zoom
Psytrance tunes
Friends and lovers
Fill the room
To each their own
dance floor for one
Our adaptation
has begun
Change of costumes
Fresh hot toast
No loo queues
No dudes too close
We party how we can
Itās fine
Cos we partied well
In ā99
(C) Zoƫ Xanadu 2021
Hanging preschooler sized pants on the line
On a sunshiney lockdown day
Brrrrmmmmm
The postie bike stops at my gate
Through he comes with two big packages
āIāll just put these hereā
They sit by the door
As I continue my dance with the endless laundry cycle
I pick them up on my way inside
One, a bundle of online fast fashion for the teen
The other addressed to me
Flat, registered, with stiff cardboard inside
My graduation certificate and testamur
Just like that
Ten years of isolated online toil
Solo parenting, working so many jobs
My Masters degree has been conferred in hi-vis
From the other side of the laundry basket
Not a mortarboard in sight
But what beautiful weather for Graduation Day!
Hello spike protein
Welcome to my systems
I see the genetic code in you,
And invite you to show my body
How to make copies
Good morning dear body
This is an invited guest
Please make them welcome
Drop down into accommodation mode
If you will, and help them do their work
A biscuit dear guest? A cup of tea?
Let me show you to our lovely bath
Soak in here awhile with your kind host
And get to know each other
Find your harmony like new lovers
Befriending the reality of our times
Supporting our communal wellness
With a perfect fusion of love and science
Dear body, you and the virus share Mother Earth now
May you do so safely and gently
Itās ok
Keep
Breathing
I love you
I was looking for my cloak
But it wasnāt outside of me
I am the cloak
Housing my nervous system
Containing my blood
Protecting my heart
I was wary of the wolf
But it wasnāt outside of me either
Iām the only wolf now
Stalking my own vulnerability
Ready to trick me
Eyes glinting from the shadows
I wanted to show love to my Grandmother
But she wasnāt outside of me either
I am my grandmother
She is in me
And the reverence I show myself
Honours all of the grandmothers
Whose stories I breathe
So I filled my basket with goodness
And I carry that treasure within me
Self-nourishing
So that I may stride
Upright and belonging
Into the forest
And in the clearing
I seek my healing
And my healing happens
Through relationship
Through connection
Through safety
I am here in the clearing
And I see that you are here too
Copyright 2021
https://youtu.be/29Tl6EZjtis written to honour the release of this single by majestic creatrix Jex Lopez ā„ļø
I told her my news
She sent roses to my door
So then I had more news
To tell my friends
Better than the daily covid update
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