Norma: A Savvy Poem

  I prefer not to be called Norma, in that I am not, to you, normal. My normalities, it’s true, are your abnormalities, which means that I am not, in truth, normal – to you! To me, though, to be abnormal – to you – is to be my kind of normal. And my kind…

Fruitloop

I loop myself round and round myself, travelling in and through the tunnels of meness, racing past all of the thoughts about what others think, in the certain knowledge, that it is my own thoughts of my meness that will, in the end, liberate me.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019   Image…

Gaslit

  Gas attempts to infiltrate via the gaps between flashes of my thoughts, gut the gaps, being gaps, are gapless. Gas, failing to infiltrate, instead up ……………… and I shine across ————————–>  borders. me lights   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019      Image by calimiel from Pixabay

Not Nothing

  We bat away the fog and walk through onslaughts pulling out the arrows and battling on, knowing that to                   stand by and to say nothing, in the knowledge of the wrongs committed by those who know everything, but see nothing, would be wrong, even though…

Intimidation

The years advance and she backtracks, shrinking and shrivelling, arthritic hips, knee-joints and feet, reducing her movements to the crunching of a shovel, scraping upon gritted concrete. She thinks that she is insignificant now, passing through middle age to a lesser existence, to an existence of otherness. Others, though, others see her in all of…