She got Kung Fu Kenny cornrows
Rolling midnight ripples trickling down
Trinity’s screen like numbers coloured green.
Sorting the wheat from the chaff
No need for a hat when you’re
Always holding the present up
Against the bright light of the past.
It’s time to move past,
Fast forward, no pauses –
Scores of glass beads knead the knots
Clotting each dread in a full stop.
She never even started,
Newspaper pages parted
Like Moses and an RGB dot matrix sea,
Easy as 1, 2, 3; No more turning to page 3,
Might leave a sour taste for some
But it’s lemon squeezy to not be easy:
Right place, wrong time, all green, no lime.
Light skinned Limey inspecting
Limescale flecks flicked onto her feet
Debut EP by Nike Airs feat. Chalk Dust Crush
Scruffy, scuffed up and dusty,
Must be hard to muster something so musty
When fingernails are sharp as mustard,
Inclined to mischief and easily flustered.
Eyelashes flutter, smile melting the butter
Sour as rhubarb but sweeter than custard.
Cussing, I’m cutting off her coven
Going into hiding and calling myself McLovin
Must be cos I’m stupid and southern.
Chequer box socks blotted with ink dots,
P’raps this little cat is in fact a leopard lacking spots?
Dot dot dot
Eclipse the ellipsis for this missus
Missing the massive missive as her jeans fall apart
Acknowledging the issue is a start
But cat claws and bramble branches don’t bite lightly
They dig in tightly trying to tear each seam,
Flaking the scales off of the bream, and
Undermining every friendship on the team
Until there’s nothing left,
Nothing except bare legs, bad dreams and a travel-card for zones 1-3.