I know what’s happening
to me
He’s found his way
in
making me think
in love story
lines
making butterflies
deep inside
me
and a sickness
I cannot recover
from
© Kait King, 2015
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Supine Exsanguinations – an Anthology of Verse
The Outsider
Filling in spaces
in the game
of my Life
The map of my body
a giver of Life
Changing my places
the marker beyond
And the trouble
with you dear,
is you don’t belong
© Kait King, 2015
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Your Old Sweaty Shirt
That’s the last thing you wore
that held your warm body close
It was the last thing before
your heart and pressure slowed
A cloth got to finally hold you
something I never got to do
People say that it was better that way
But I don’t know if that’s quite true
I hold your once sweaty t-shirt
drenched now with my own tears
and try to inhale what’s left of you
As it fades from all the years
© Kait King, 2015
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Music Love
Music to my ears
bouncing round my soul
shining through my eyes
making me feel full
precious stones of a polished melody
the funky bass is outta sight
pulling strings in harmony
the drums all sittin’ tight
the words are lazy, cruisey, bluesy
summer feeling
stealing through
the music drifting, holding
lifting
Music Love is true
my Music Love is true…
© Kait King, 2015
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For the Love of Rastus – R.I.P 20th May 2016
A bright orange glow
you sit in the hedgerow
thinking you are hidden
and will get to catch the forbidden
but little do you know
your gingerness does show
even though you’re so still sitting
your camouflage seems to be what’s missing
You see the birds and can contain the frolics
but I’m sorry Rastas –
You stand out like dog’s bollocks!
You must wonder how come you don’t catch a bird
they must look at you and think you’re absurd
You’ll never catch them in your bright orange coat
Or feel their silky feathers in the back of your throat
I’ve seen the odd field mouse stiff on the bricks
but I just know, that’s not how you want your kicks
A crispy crunchy sparrow or a larger tasty minor
or perhaps a tender inside bird, something a little finer…
© Kait King, 2015
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Society is Crumbling
If we don’t talk about it
and share it
We’ll never be aware
of it
Don’t just say something
think nothing
Do it –
It can be humbling
If we don’t change
what’s going on
learn to sing
some other song
things just stay very wrong
Society is crumbling
© Kait King, 2015
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The Hidden Object Blame
Is there really a light
at the end of some tunnel
Have I lost the map
Did I throw it away
dirty and crumpled?
Have I lost my way
taken a wrong turn
can’t see the light
from the candles burned?
Is it that I’m blind
even though I enjoy vision
For looking I can’t see
and so much still
remains hidden
© Kait King, 2015
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Is it
So do you think it may annoy you
should I love you too much
That time would trap you in a heartbeat
If I won’t give you up
Is it crazy to think
that you will only touch my skin
stroke my hair
and let me in
Will it be overwhelming if I say
I love you every day
leave notes in your lunchbox
and always want you to stay
the night
the week
forever
Is it rude of me to want all of you
not a share, a percentage or a piece
but the everything and nothingness
of you
the very most and the very least
© Kait King, 2015
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Kidnapped
You’re bundled
into a car
you don’t know
where you are
You can hear the
indicator blinking
And it triggers your
panicky thinking
You try to count wildly
at something
Knowing ultimately
that this isn’t helping
trying to remember
the twist and bends
Wondering how on Earth
will this all end
© Kait King, 2015
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Too Often…
Thank you to the A&E doctors
nurses, surgeons – the lot
who saved a dying boy
who took a hit
from a gunshot
© Kait King, 2015
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Something Nefarious
Something nefarious
is going on
Something deceitful
something quite wrong
Then something fantastic
is happening here
Someone’s falling in love
someone finally cares
Now something sad
has taken place
She can’t even bear
to look at his face
So something shocking
has now occurred
She killed them both
Have you heard?
Something nefarious
is going on
Something deceitful
something quite wrong
© Kait King, 2015
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Too much Too late Too soon
When it seems to me
that this is the end
you just keep coming back
to me, my friend
I say that word with a smirk
on my face
I can’t just be friends
and your shit’s at my place
you’ll look at me with
your shiny eyes
pull my heartstrings
like a baby’s cries
And it won’t matter
‘cos it’s all lies
Too much Too late Too soon
© Kait King, 2015
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The River
With such confusion
I’m walking through a jungle
of desert
Holding
like a dam of emotion
my feelings –
when really I want to be
the river
rushing to meet and make
an ocean of you
Falling so crashingly in love
will it be a bad landing?
I draw our names in the sand
and you carve your place in my heart
© Kait King, 2015
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Among the dead
So the understanding being
that I don’t have to explain myself
that the sky is blue
and life is just because
Now the problem being
that I don’t understand what it is
when you say what you do
when you can’t do it
But the over-lying factor
is the way in which we move
among the dead, the living
dance alone
And I ask myself the question
which life do I fit best in
while you smoke that cigarette
with a flare
© Kait King, 2015
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Who are we to Judge?
I have a secret
I will never tell
‘cos I think it will send me
straight to burn in Hell
Not by some god or
our changing Universe
but simply by Earths’ humans
the Worlds’ damning curse
Judgemental, judging
limited in their view
I must be of some demon
if I don’t see it like they do
© Kait King, 2015
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Pants
Coming up for air
I see our tangled underwear
Like two bodies closely entwined
like the curl on a peeled orange rind
Resting nested soft and quiet
in the stillness after the storms’ riot
Gentle and soft, a loving embrace
your cotton jocks and mine, which are lace
© Kait King, 2015
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You know you know…..
You already know –
You know you’ve
known for ages
But just didn’t
want to look into that ugly face
or go to that ugly place
You knew months ago
when he was angry with you
when all you did
was be excited he was home
and he turned his back
and left you there alone
You already knew
when you could
smell the hint of perfumes
that you know you
don’t wear
Those whispered
phone calls
He doesn’t want you
to hear
You already know –
you know you’ve known
for ages
but just didn’t
want to look
into that ugly lying face
or go to that ugly empty place
© Kait King, 2015
