Evelyn Escoto

MOO, Fairy Princess, Go Suck It

I am lost in a plethora of dreams. Oh what I used to feel and now what
Shame. I am a lost soul. Lost to feeling. Lost to the world. What a tragic tragedy
to behold.

And I owned the world. It was mine and “ours” for the taking. I speak of
my other self, the poet who I abandoned to the pits of the rancid hell I created. I left her
there to rot herself away creating verse upon verse of “what a bore, I am gone. Gone
away to a ‘better’ place, it is a land of apathy. It is a place I will always reside in, a place
that unlike darkness can contain me and can epitomize me”.

Pop Tarts

I am green with envy
I am green with fuck!
Green with jealousy
And green with lust.

Green with anger and
Green with tea.
Green in agony and
Bitter-drenched reality.

Green in silence
Green in anger mode
Green in emotion
Green seven hundred times fold.

Green today
Perhaps black tomorrow.