Postures

Shook the hood
At a right angle
Get by angel
Step aside
That big window could beckon
At a stand still

sunnyside up

one a.m.
i have been drinking beer and wine and picklebacks
when i see it
there is egg all over my door
someone threw an egg at my door?
it's been there too long
yolk stuck to the floor
egg shells tucked into the welcome mat
i don't feel welcome here anymore
this is a mess i don't know how to clean up

Sweetness

Got in a right tangle,
forgotten how to be critical without being a snob,
forgotten how to be critical without thinking I'm a snob,
now weighing up how I'm a snob for assuming
no-one else thinks they're a snob.

I'm thinking of good times,
and the superstructure
and bad times.
And I'm trying to think outside of both times,
without being the prig,
you can't put me on the spot.
I'm often imagining a holly leaf wedged in my collar
I can readjust in the bathroom.

It's just that there are so many options,
bang for the quid,
but ages and ages of research
don't seem to work in anyone's favour.
The critics can do their job,
and maybe it's not that passive,
to watch what they do
so I can function outside of the times.

I'm reigned in now,
to enjoy a bad time,
but the wrangling afterward.
I must be trained,
it's not resignation.
It's not.

Why I love Steph Curry

Because he's west coast and I'm east coast
but we can still be friends. Because he's a family man, man
He's more beautiful than most women, women.

Because he believes and I want to too. He points his right finger up to God, and I fall to my knees and say YESSS!

Because he glides in the air with purpose.
Because he flaps his golden arms like a big goofy stork
and it makes me love him even more.

Because he's not Stefano, Esteban, or Steve-o,
he's Steph.

PS
A sports writer described it as a boom boom ba dink!
But it's more like a thump thump swoosh?