Poem: untitled #2

Mark Neville

O heart full of envy

Wish you could write like this – freely

I have the confidence of a Kennedy

Lack of love didn’t break me

Head against the telly didn’t break me,

Sublimate and sing this song with me

I can sin better than you, you and churchgoers who fuck in pews.

Steal words and I'll pluck them through your throat

Why do men cower when I speak?

My glass tongue, your own treacherous damped soul

Your soft butter is cut, mummy isn’t no fridge.

Daddy, daddy can I fill the barrel this time?