Birds & Children Its’ because we are told to be silent That we shout from tree branches – “Hey its’ me, right here, here, right here. Look, its’ me. Attention, attention, I’m here up in a tree, aren’t I grand”. © SB Joy, 2022
Cheque #3482 A man passes as a human being, but really he’s a cheque. In fact he is cheque number #3482, which is drawn against what he use to be, a child. © SB Joy, 2022
Speechless Words need to be said yet since birth I have had a dog’s collar wound tight around my neck, choking each syllable into a cough, sigh or gasp unable to say the word – love. Thus my churning intestines are tightly bound round, twisting my innards out, where there were no words, only sighs, …
Sour Words streamed from my eyes pooling into a paragraph of tangerines, lemons & limes. Oh, how I wish I never tasted you, Mother’s milk. © SB Joy, 2021 mother’s milk gone soured. SBJ
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