a different breakfast

a bowl of cornflakes

again but instead of milk

– milk of magnesia

( author notes )

june is pride month
as i’m sure we all can’t help
but ‘effing notice

so i’d like to take this opportunity
to announce to the world
that i too am a trans

but i’m not a transgender
like a chap in a dress
or a gimp in a crèche
tossing off the curate

– no,
i’m trans-star sign instead
or more precisely
i’m a pisces born in a gemini’s body

i’ve always known i was trans-star sign
ever since i was a sprat
come the 27th of february
i’d hurry downstairs
expecting gifts & a chocolate cake
but nothing
for three whole months
until the 27th of may
because of science, time & societal norms

this was deeply hurtful
& designed to destroy my true self
but the those fascist bigots failed
big time
& although i despise all clichès
i really do feel that the tide is turning

yes, acceptance is only one
well-funded quango away
& soon my kind will have their own stripe
on the magic rainbow flag too

& hopefully some sort of operation
perhaps some artificial gills
or scales on my skin
possibly from some sort of
experimental booster shot
free on the n.h.s
( we all need more of them )

so long live pride
& respect my beautiful bravery
or else

thank you for love & understanding

( amen )

warts & all that

~

warts & all that ( taht lla & straw )

piss the pale away
the milk of sopping sunday
i in my cagoule

minstrel of the mist
a frog within the fog seas
newts & shoots of green

laughter in the wood
another weasel pop song
intermittent owl

sleeping shrouds of clouds
the smudge of leaden pencils
pen of elfin then

grey beneath the fade
a ghost of gold october
ghouls a leafen path

see the rings of kings
a toad upon a toadstool
croaking on his throne