No, I’m not OK
she said
And I didn’t know
what to do
But all she really needed
was someone to
talk to
Not everything is
fixable
or even wants to
be fixed, so
we learn to live with
special things
sometimes things we would
never show
some things are just too ugly
to let anybody know
© Kait King, 2016
Inhale me
breathe me
full of love
in our
rustic orange
dreams
in a dusty rose
forgetfulness
and a place
of forgotten
feelings
touch my soul
keep me there
quiet
perfect
and whole
© Kait King, 2015
Capitalism let you
down
Along with your mother
and that loser
town
you grew up in
Government departments and
those non-profit organizations
People in parliaments
more in common with silver spoons
than the man on the street
those every day people
The dulcet tones of
a dead-eye “leader”
Inverted comma’s used as
I feel I’ve been cheated
in a life-lie of lip-service
when all the politicians do
is run a single-ringed circus
and poorly
© Kait King, 2015
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