Blessed Carrion

Blessed Carrion

Beleaguered bones

please carry me there

Flattened feet

walk on

Before an age of telephones

while life is unfair

a vicious sweet

a blessed carrion

you read

you eat

walk on

© Kait King, 2015

Cheers World

cheers world

There’s a place I like to go

where everyone seems to know

who I am

I like this world

There’s this space I like to be

where everyone I see

is my best friend

in the world

And if I take you there

do you promise not to stare

cos it’s not done like that

in my world

When you walk in the door

and you say she’s just a whore

don’t put her down

it’s not your world

When you stand up at the bar

please don’t brag about your car

We don’t really care

this is our world

And when you do take her home at night

when she squeezes you back tight

Don’t leave her all alone

this is her world

© Kait King, 2015

Urban Dismay

urban-dismay

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

Vivisanction

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

that’s crap….you let her change you like that…

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

How much?

So I look at my bills

and it scares me half to death

I can’t believe I’ve spent all that

and then all the rest

Numbers march across a page

attempting to make sense

My brain engages zero –

the numbers too intense

And I dream about other things

that I haven’t purchased yet

Like diamond rings and gold plated things

and maybe a Lear jet

© Kait King, 2015

Decomposing flesh? Er…No Thanks

What are your feelings about eating meat?

I’m a realist. I know people will never stop eating meat. But I do want them to think about the facts involved in meat production. People are consuming the terror, cruelty, and hell that that animal went through before it was murdered.

Not only is their flesh tender because they leave it to rot for up to 6 weeks or more, but also because the poor soul has been terrorized and releases certain chemicals of fear and distress which apparently ‘tenderize ‘ the meat too. I am horrified at the way they are treated. If you are going to sacrifice these unwilling, sentient beings so you may eat flesh (there’s plenty of other stuff to eat), then at least treat them with kindness, respect, reverence, even. But we don’t.

Below are pictures of Smudge, my 300-pound house-pig. He was a week old when I got him and turns 1 on the 14th of February 2024. He was rescued from a crated pig farm. He had 16 siblings, who now at 9 months old will be slaughtered or placed in a gas chamber, screaming in fear and terror.

I give Smudge the best life I can. I remind myself that he is living his best life for the other 16 piglets, too.

I just want people to think before they eat or purchase, in particular, production line products. Smudge is a funny, quirky, intelligent, devious, curious, grumpy, cute companion. He’s deserving of his life – just like you or I, it was gifted from the creator. Who are we to take it? And if you had to kill and butcher your own….could you?

Smudge as a baby, with Frank

If You Enjoy My Words…

I would really appreciate your help…

Someone suggested that I could get paid to write and that I should set up a donations page. So here goes! It feels a little awkward but this is what I would like to do full-time, write. I can’t pay my bills unless I earn my way so this will be my leap of faith. Thank you for letting me believe I have wings! Please note your donation is in NZ dollars and you may determine the amount – thank you again x

NZ$1.00