Saira Viola

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artwork by Unitas

1. Pterodactyl Pimp
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The reptilian fingers of greed
Outstretched in doorways , alleyways  and side streets
On urine tarred walls
They line up pedalling flesh
And egos made of  PVC
Rose pink , fake bake and cherry noir
Pop the night with snatch and grab thighs
A tea coloured wheeze  rests on her knee
And ferret  eyes feed her lies
The plateau between moda acrylic and shiny mink
Is Everest high
Pound shop mints won’t mask the stench
Of jolly roger phlegm
Fuzzing the dawn with feral desire .
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2. Marlene Dietrich’s Snow Cake Or Buttercup Boogaloo
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​Slut bomb Diva
Arc Divine
Creamy Vocal
And Rabbit fur
Cigarette Slim
With rock star glaze
She whispers dirty and
Snakes with sin
Full throttle
Ignite
She zooms into orbit
Vesuvius Cool
Feathers shape boudoir curves
And  smoke rings ink the skies
Lipstick hate
Lines the canvas of her steam – red crowd
While dreams unfold the bubble wrap of a new dawn
And splatter kiss the hand of subjugation
Her knuckle fisted freedom evaporates
And the silhouetted misery of a broken pearl
Fractures the stage
Exit Right
The crushed stains of yellow decay rot her vampish soul and
Harlot’s sting
She is the sound of the dead Raven
Stalking the powdered remains of a savage utopia .

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3. Babel Part 1
The flower weeps
And the power of speech is neutered in her stem
Hear this sad lament
And the wailing nightingale who swallowed the rains of pain

Were you tempted  by the glittering threads  of gold
Feeding your greed with more, much more than just your soul.

Mealy mouthed poverty
Mocks your face of gloom
And blackened hate now drags you to your tomb .

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4. Profit A Prole
So easy to bang  the anarchy drum
When the goose is over stuffed and cooking
Posh proles profiting from the poor  
Spin the day away with easy propaganda
But don’t get those tootsies wet in the welfare store  
A dead lion is of no worth to anyone
And a dog’s life is that of service
Romanticised piffle for posh peasants who quaff foie gras
Probably never seen the semen of a whore’s gusset in all its fetid glory
The wagging finger of aristocratic hate playing with insurgency
The narcissistic delusions of  velvet robed blue stocking rebellion .

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5. Talkin’ ‘Bout The Revolution : In Conversation With Gill Scott Heron 

The revolution will be
                                    Cyber Anarchy
The revolution will be
                                 A tri viral tweet
The revolution will be
                                  A bargain bucket of sleaze
The revolution will be
                                   Wireless not free
The revolution will be
                                     Posh peasants porking  the bourgeoisie
The revolution will be
                                      a  line of winking emojis                                                                                   

The revolution will be
                                            Under the alt f control  key
The revolution will be
                                            Track 1 on your MP3

The revolution will be
                                             An installation piece

The revolution will be
                                             Made in China seas

The revolution will be
                                           Ad Speak  not poetry

The revolution will be
                                            A pornographer’s dream

The revolution will be
                                             A mea culpa gulity war  plea

The revolution will be
                                           Hacked anonymously

The revolution will be
                                        Streamed on your webflix screen

The revolution will be
                                       Tri sexuality

The revolution will be
                                       A chimp king democracy

The revolution will be
                                     State sponsored stupidity

The revolution will be
                                         Donkey morality
The revolution will be
                                         Styrene  cutlery
The revolution will be
                                         A retro slogan mid riff  tee
The revolution will be
                                         An artisanal luxury

The revolution will be
                                        Banana slaves and red greed
The  revolution will be
                                       Pimped out for posterity
                                             
Because the revolution belongs to the big daddy regime .
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​6. Chant d’morte

Smug pockets of pink greed
Gerbil  cheeks of easy living
Bankers coffers scream
         WAR
And corporate Shatan
Will sell their military gateau
Creamy fat fingers
Swizzle a slice
The slaughter bizz is
      Big Big Big
Parrot the excuses
And recycled clichés
News speak is rinsed in soap bubble sound bytes
Nylon negatives
Pin terra towers on machina men  
Bleeping sheep giggle at Bingo ads
Their objet d’arte is  perfect abs
And a kookookechoo rain dance
They laughed at Balzac
And wished Rimbaud dead
Ashy tears char
Autumn’s leaves
And yellow fire ignites the skies like a thousand weeping suns.

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7. Orphic Sonata

Well, dawn has spoken
The leaves are russet smiles on a changing face of grey
Autumn’s eye bleeds
For new beginnings
Child of the infidel
Is a shimmy shake and boogaloo booty step
A triangular waltz to the HANGMAN’s noose
The cyber caliphate of  
Terra masks a web of mass destruction
A plane of  X plosive propaganda to terrify and intoxicate
The pawn of mass deception  
Bomb your way to peace
Treble tone shrapnel knees
With mournful moss
The flitting moths
SCREAM
Liberté égalité fraternité

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