When is it Supposed to Kick In?

Shake your hips, pretend you know how

Move your arms, like you saw on TV

Set the rhythm with your feet

Like you learnt from your computer

Kiss her like you saw

In that porno one time

And pretend to enjoy it

All the while you wonder

When it’s supposed to feel good

The Sun Grew Jealous

She danced in the meadows

To the sound of spring

In the spotlight of the sun

A flowing white dress

Made from pure starlight


The bees hover near


The birds swoop in low

Stealing glances

Humans take glittering photographs

From all angles

Like a shimmering sea

The sun grew jealous

“Why does no one look at me. Why do they all look away. I want to be beautiful. I want to be adored.”

The sun turned up the lights


In the meadows

A black burnt out mark

Outlining a dress

If you look close enough you can still see

Starlight, sparkling in the night

The sun posing and flexing up ahead

Trying to catch everyones attention

Trying to be loved




The ocean


I dance and swirl around

As I am dictated

By the waves

Of this ocean

I watch my arms

Uselessly sway about

My hips

Awkwardly turn round and round

my legs

At least standing


I’m in a daze

The music keeps playing

Even if I’m not there

I’m still dancing

To the waves

Of this ocean