Does it matter what color I am
Does it matter what color
When I feel just the same?
Does it matter what faith I follow
Does it really matter, my faith
When I can be both deep and shallow?
Does it matter if I’m alive or dead
Does it matter who it really is
When we all bleed red?
Kait King 2018
It doesn’t matter if you wrote it in a letter
caught a plane to come and get her
Think you really could do better
Sorry for the day man, that you met her
she took your money coz you let her
now that time is just a blur together
and you look like you’ve been through the shredder
© Kait King, 2015
Inky black, I’m sucked back
down to her dark depths
Like an octopus her story wraps me in its tentacles
A stranglehold on stories told
and the ink she has spread across the page I can’t see through
I think I’m drowning…it’s sticky black and I should come up for air
even though my mouth is open to suck grace in -nothing fills my lungs
even though my eyes are open there is nothing – nothing but darkness
inky blackness the colour of the story told with the pain of being buried alive
© Kait King, 2015
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
Love won’t last forever
anchored only in lust
Kisses for kisses
I forgive you your past
it’s the only way through
If you want us to last
© Kait King, 2015
Look at me
waffling on
happy as a bee
Look at me
skipping through life
thinking I’m free
Look at me
that wistful child
once so wild
and now independent
and grown
Look at me
with 3 under 3
and a house I don’t
even own
Look at me
shared weekends
if we’re lucky
And I know you’ve been
sucking
someone else’s cherry
lip gloss
Look at me
bitter days
long nights
spent watching crap TV
Never to be
free –
the very unhappy
divorcee
© Kait King, 2015
my scars inside
and out
are my permanent ink
my life story
my art
© Kait King, 2015
The city streets
look oh so sleek
but only when
it rains
Below the glitterati
Porsche
Benz
Maserati
In the parking basement
remain
Below even that
expensive, unreal mat
broken people
who never
have gain
No cash in the casino
No boat in the marina
And no money
to hide
their pain
© Kait King, 2016
Crystal Meth
An addicts’ breath
Inhales a smoky dream
In reality
You’re never free
Just a brains’ endless scream
Crystal Meth
Talk in depth
Required by any means
Close to death
That last crystal breath
It’s not as great as it seems
Crystal Meth
Families bereft
Bury a loved one, crying
Cold caress
This Crystal Meth
And our children keep on dying
© Kait King, 2016
Yes love,
that’s exactly
what you do
Dust yourself off
once you’ve
pulled yourself up
and sing
dance
stand tall
Honey if you
think about it
it’s not the first time
and be sure
it will not be the last
You know the rights
from the wrongs
Don’t ever let them change
your song
With a Nelson Mandelian
grace
and a dignity dug from the deep
You will triumph
and in a cloud of
dust, like a rolling
Pig Pen
You flagrantly walk
your walk into
another opportunity
© Kait King, 2016
I cry
I cry and I cry
for what I am not
What I am perceived as
is not what they got
I grieve
I break and bend
for what has a future
that already knows the end?
© Kait King, 2015
Perhaps stop
splicing Elephants
to Faeries
and things of such
ridiculousness
Perhaps don’t bring
the Mammoth
back to life
as tempting as
it is
to be God
Perhaps the World
is perfect
the way
She is
the way
She works
And even better
without humans
Perhaps it’s
all as it
should be…
All that it is
Kait King 21/04/2020
Do you mean to tell me,
forgetful soul
That you love me
even more
Do you mean to tell me
I got it wrong
that I’m not the girl
in that love song
Did I hear you right
Is that what you say?
That you could never love me
any other way?
Do you mean to tell me
I don’t shine so bright
I’m not the one,
You didn’t get it right
Do you mean to tell me
that we should just be friends
That it will only get broken
if we fix it in the end
Did I hear you right?
Is that what you say?
That you couldn’t really
love me
Any other way?
Kait King 2019
The wind makes my little cottage shudder and shake, the rain pelts relentlessly on the roof. I can hear the rumblings of thunder as things thrash around on the outside. The palms’ fronds that had died during the summer have now been flung down to earth ungraciously by the howling wind. Not a bird in sight of course, they are smarter than us. I don’t know whether to be slightly afraid or think “fuck it” what can happen? But suddenly I feel like Dorothy. Even though I’ve turned up my TV, the rain is really loud and I can hear the wind still, and the thunder…It sounds like a train coming. I remember someone telling me that earthquakes sound like a train or huge truck bearing down on you. I wondered if the rain was actually hail – it sounded so hard but it just didn’t seem cold enough. I’m snuggling down – battening down those hatches. I think about the poor cows taking a battering in the storm. Nature is so harsh – we have summer and everybody’s happy and then Wham! So this is winter – we will blow the crap outta you, sting your bovine crowd and make things generally miserable.
Oh Hello Winter!!…. mother-fucker….mumble grumble…
Spinning in a void –
like this
Wanting to stay still
for a while –
Knowing nothing lasts
forever
but wanting to last
a lifetime with you
© Kait King, 2015
Verse
When you come around
with summer sunshine in your eyes
With the sweetest touches kisses
there can be no disguise
You’re in love with me
Don’t you see the way
I like to be so close and in I
wanna feel the passion baby
burning on my skin
I’m in love with you
Chorus
No better time to find the one
That you can love
No better time to thank
The powers up above
No better ways to pass the days
Than fall in love
No sweeter sounds than the sounds of
Making love
Verse
You’re just so perfect baby
It’s your gentle loving smile
I want to have you near me lover
Stay with me a while
I’m in love with you
I see the way you watch me
When you think that I don’t know
I see it in your face and eyes
If you think that it don’t show
You’re in love with me
Chorus
© Kait King, 2015
