Good Chicken

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Now the key to good chicken
Is spice
Collected in right proportions
Spread lusciously over the skin
Provoked with a tinge of lemon
Encased in firm wrapping
For as long as
That chicken will take

But good chicken
Still gotta be cooked
Take it over hot flames
Not too hot
Nobody likes singed chicken skin
Cook it good but not too long
Dry chicken is a bore
Keep it moist and luxurious

Now this recipe here
Age old and perfect
Keep to it
And you’ll love your chicken
Ever so soft and tasty
Don’t forget a tinge
We’ll a little more
Of salt

Fuck it good chicken
Is just what it is
Good and ready for unwrapping
Cook it right out of the pack
If it tastes like gutter
Then it wasn’t good
And no spice
Will bring that goodness back

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Apologies to my colon

I apologise
For the late night spicy food
The hurriedly chewed
Caramelised almond nuts
The tomato skin
That missed the blender

I apologise
It’s not like this
Isn’t a mutually shared pain
Here sitting on tippy toes
Toes curled in
Hand massaging some
Semblance of sooth into you

I apologise
My fingers still burn lightly
From yesterday’s pepper
I can only imagine
What you’re going through
But these spices are unavoidable

I apologise
And you need to toughen up
I’ll still have the spice
But not so late a time
About the tomato skin
Who doesn’t love a good salad huh

I apologise
Tomorrow we’ll be back here
Sitting on tippy toes
Toes curled inwards
Spine twisted to abate pain
For just a moment
Then it’ll be over

This Is Nothing But Everything

When I haven’t written for a while
And I’m thinking of revamping
Maybe specialising
In something I’m passionate for

When writing just for the fun of it
Seemed like a chore
I hate chores
Unless it uplifts my spirit

When I start asking The Why
Why did the inspiration stop?
Maybe it wasn’t seen
Why I stopped seeing inspiration in life

So this is not a poem
This is not a story
This is me, reading through old work
Asking where is she?

So open up her eyes
That she will see again
Colours, laughter, anger
Sadness, clowning, air

That I’ll take a deep
Intake of life’s breath
That one draw inspires me
Puts that fire in my belly again