CATERPILLAR BOY.

There was a caterpillar boy
whos refusal to sleep would annoy
his rather startled, brutal mother
"to have a child i shant have bothered!"
she snorted with a horrid glee
for little grubs she had a greed
to eat them all with Father Pa
a butter bean with battered car.
Theyd drive caterpillar boy round town
and take him to cafes then drown
him in a waterfall of salt
then before they dined theyd buy a malt
liquer then lick their confused son
who theyd try to roll into a bun.
This gave the poor lad a phobic stance
to being trapped so he would dance
and dodge and skip
avoiding his fathers liqourice whip
and trip of the tongue as he would leer
and tell the boy hed taste best in a year.
The parents held back on their meal
he'd be best at christmas they did feel
but by that time it was too late
and they did suffer an empty plate
for caterpillar boy faced his night frights
and slept in a tomb that grew skin tight
until he broke out and burst anew
into butterfly boy and flew
far and wide for he was free
from those who were so full of greed.

OPERATE.

We lay together in your cold, pristine room with the street light outside shining on my face like an interrogation lamp. You always needed to know what was going on inside; my thoughts, my feelings and the fears which caused my nightmares. How was I to know this information was only desired for ammunition? The bayonet was hung up for now and you were still learning how to use it properly. How to slice into me where it would never heal. Your sheets were crisp and the bed hard, reminding me of an operating table. Soft lips pressed down hard on mine, forcing me to open up. How personal it is, to kiss. I stroked your limp hair away from your face and ran fingers down your neck. My baby.















Harsh bristles chafed against the smoothness of my skin. You lifted your head up, and although the light from outside caused shadows on your face in the darkness I could feel your almond eyes on me. "I love you." you said in the brittle voice that always seemed to be trapped inside your somewhere, like you were talking into yourself. The silence hung there like a man on the gallows waiting for the end. All I could think about was how irritating the light was in my eyes because when I looked away from it I was blind. I shifted about as I looked down and cleared my throat. Your hard, slim body tensed against mine as you lifted your arms and broke the embrace that had held us together. "Don't you love me?"

I shook my head remembering the first night we had met. How disinterested I had been and how you had pursued. Like a spoilt child eternally determined to get what you want you had told me I was stunning and had taken your breath away. Although I knew the chat up line was older than my Grandad I realised I had been single too long from being too fussy and decided it was time to have some fun. The good times didn't last long though and I soon saw the mood swings and the vindictiveness. Your venomous tongue could spit out poison and have me doubled over on my knees in minutes. Like a sculptor you would carve into me and transform me into what you wanted. "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what you want from me." I said. My voice was small and my lips curled into a grimace. I did love you. I just didn't know if it was enough. Your body sent an electric shock to mine as you jolted from my words.

All you ever wanted was the unconditional love that you couldn't get from your family. A Father in the army who came into your room at night when he returned on leave and a Mother who turned a blind eye to it, pretended to still be asleep as her husband swapped one bed for another. It was too much for me. I was too small a crutch for your pain. You climbed off the operating table that had ripped us apart and put us back together again with plasters of apologies and bandages of poorly thought out cliché gestures. We were each others novice surgeon and didn't have a clue how to make these scars heal. You looked down on me as I lay there wounded; your face denied of any emotion. I raised my hand to yours and when it was in my grasp you shook me off, sneered, and walked away.

WEIRD ODD LITTLE BOY.

I met him on Tuesday,
he walked with a mince.
I thought he was gorgeous;
a little camp prince.
We flirted and skirted
around serious issues,
the start of a relationship
is no time for tissues.
We'd need them all later
as our hopes would come down,
our emotions and trust
lost in a sad town.
Suffocated by pain
I'm sure he did drown
and rise up so hollow
with his head hanging down.
The place that we lived
changed to a ghost town.
The demons of our pasts
they'd forever surround
and my dead eyed prince
he was throned and then crowned
as the weird odd little boy
who messed me around.
Weird odd little boy
could make me laugh
but i somehow felt
that he'd been love starved.
He'd be clingy and needy
then push me away,
confuse me
refuse me
for the rest of my days.
Next things you know
ten years have gone past
and we're surrounded by darkness
a life's curse has been cast.
As a wife i sank to my knees
scrubbing the floor
and slaving for free.
i was blacked up
and jacked up,
paid not even rubes.
i trusted,
combusted
and was broke without fees.
If love is involved
you pay with your heart
and my prides out the window
as the weird little boys cart
stands at the window;
he'll take a piece at a time
he wants me in pieces:
a jigsaw in brine.
I'm his mission in life.
To me hes assigned.
He'll rip me to shreds
then pour me rose wine.
he'll kiss me and kiss me
until we're both so entwined
then he'll shake me and wake me
and on my heart he will dine.
Weird little boy who looks like a man,
he is my biggest enemy
and my biggest fan.