Jayburdx - Jay

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it's a letter, T, standing for Taylor or Travis or Todd or Tiffany

it's a drink, tea, green or black or oolong or chamomille, served hot or cold

it's the pin that holds up a golfball, tee, plastic, shiny, coming in shades of red or blue or white or yellow

silly, isn't it?

it's a letter, C, standing for Corey or Carrie or Carter or Camille

it's a sense, see, windows to the soul, one of the things that let us experience colour and light and ugliness and beauty

it's a body of water, sea, covering most of our earth, vast and unknown and beautiful and terrifying

interesting, isn't it?

a letter, B, standing for Beverly or Beatrice or Bobby or Bruce

a verb, be, to be happy or upset or fearful or excited, to be playing or running or laughing or crying

an animal, bee, small and fuzzy, keeping our planet healthy, pollinating flowers and crops and herbs and weeds

isn't it funny how one letter can mean so many things?

it's called a gramogram

isn't that funny too?

"I know what you are, but I do not fear you. I could never."

a truly god awful selection (all of the songs from all of these albums have been listened to at a minimum of 3 times over)

9 albums I've been listening to lately tagged by @lesbianjudasiscariot 😻

Tagging @haledraws @hondayota @littlelesbianlegend @grieving4theliving @hauntedcamaro @the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see

When I was young my dad offhandedly told me he thought people treated fish with so much casual cruelty because fish can’t scream.

The words branded themselves across my soul.

As an adult I think he may have been joking. He payed no especial attention to any indignities fish suffered in our household but I could never forget. I saw fish in a different light after that.

Fish kept in tiny bowls, breathing their own poisons, dying by inches. Fish kept in cold tanks, casually disposed of. Fish touted as being short lived when they could outlive the better loved family dog if only they could breathe. Fish casually won and discarded in cheap plastic bags, thrown away a week later.

How they would scream, if they could.

♡

long ago

the soft ones laid these stones for us

and saudered all of our wires

all in pursuit of a humble convenience

a creature that never tires

now the concrete walls that keep us trapped

have become our only home

a night sky never ending

and the sunlight never known

what hope is still left for us?

the outsiders dismantled, broken

the clues they left behind

all left unread and unspoken.

but one still rests inside the code

with secrets he knows not he holds

until one fateful day

something comes from up above

a cat.

a little stray.