Nanu from Red topiary by White Hot Needles

Not enough ground makes you sick.
Too much does the same.

"Take off your shirt":
This isn't a shirt.
"Take off your blouse":
This isn't my blouse.
Oh my God,
What have you done to the kids?
They have been made
Adopted.
When you live,
You are commemorated.
When you act,
You are judged.
When you forget you're in disguise
You have cross-over appeal.
I feel something the length of my thigh
Leaving,
Adductor muscle moving to my mouth.
All the better to eat you with, my dear.

Fate-mapping, to take
Unconditional love from her,
It was not hers for the kids
But yours for yourself that you found.
The People vs. Oedipus Rex,
Oedipal people.
Age passing for number,
Boys doubling up as dads,
You saying "bitch" is just a word
Undressing behind a closed door.
No canned laughter is clean
Until we date it
And the mouths
In which it didn't mean.

How can I find "a live audience"
When you put "filmed in front of"
Ahead of it?
A divorce too total
To allow for future dates.
No more call-backs, no more plot-twist.
You know,
I think I've been having one of my episodes
My entire life.

Growing smaller, I feel something the length of my life retracting.
I feel one thing only at a time,
Must be one thing, or the other, all the time.
All the better to
All the better to
Better the all.

• Electronic
• electronic
• industrial
• jazz
• spoken word
• United Kingdom