Tadpole & The Fool's Madness

Poems of purification, healing, love, lust, trauma and madness. With hints of Tarot, Plath, and Funkadelic.

This piece is born from a single night spent together as a couple.

The included poems were written spontaneously between or are simply dictated from conversation over the evening.

Tadpole

Just a tadpole in the culture stream
Absorbing the chemical run-off
Flecks of gold pirouette in muddy water
Social silt sucked through translucent gills

I’m just soaking in your shit.

It’s filthy.

The hate.

The taproot of fear runs up your twisting swamp wood spines
Searching for your place in the sun you dig yourself deeper into the mud

Tears can’t wash you out

The water is rising

My heart beats in a cellophane cage
Toxins coming in through my pores
The fire of breath not yet in my chest
Drag forth limbs from my ribs

So I may climb for air

To rid myself from the cesspit of rotting entrails and ill formed souls

I shall wait for my family in the sun

Someday I’ll come back

Following the sound of healing rain

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I’ve learned radical things

I’ve watched radical things

I am a radical thing

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Fool Me Once

Fool me once and I’ll be ready for your fucking bullshit next time.

A Viet Cong spike trap waiting for your Yankee Doodle ass.

A snake in the grass in a meditation on manifestation of a deeper poison

The poison of knowing

Knowing too much

Knowing a truth yet to reveal itself to you

I am the crease in your micro expression of fatalistic doom

Blood drenched and beautiful

A scarab in the tomb of your late night seven eleven

The blinking light on your empty street casting a brilliance on your shit stained carpet

The flash bang in your postbox pin head of a brain

Surprise mother fucker!

Go fool off the end of a pier ya starfish of five pointed deception

I shuriken not deal with this shit any longer

The universe can fuck itself!

Go spiral yourself into a freezer with another frozen head.

Zip! Zip!

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A comet falling is not the same as shedding a tear for a friend

Stop spouting your indisputable truths and deal with truths you can’t face

You’re the sexiest woman alive

Especially with a cigarette..

Seeing you put clothes on for the day is like seeing Aphrodite come out of the Sea foam

I want to hold you like a child holds a flower

Emboldened by the wonder of love

Every moment I touch your body is a tremendous privilege

..

We whispered poetry while you came beneath my unmoving finger

A violet whispered healing from the loneliness

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My head hit the pillow 
The shit hit the       fan

A fragile 
   Membrane 
Tied       into synapses 
                                    Sinew 
                                           snapping 

This is full blown release

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Thank you for being here and sharing this space.

Love Alex and Aoife.