By Malinda Meadows
I wish there was a way to restart
And take us back to yesterday
I wish there was healing fountain
In holy water spray
If you want to know
Watch how you grow
Watch what you sow
With those words.
You call me a cunt
You call me a whore
When you don’t play with
desire at your door.
A steeple of luck,
Voltage from God
Or just
A stroke of your cock
In your hand it all
Oh no, I shouldn’t mock.
Cause boy’s got issues for days
Me, maybe for weeks
Is it my repulsive pie
Or the taste of my tweets?
I’ve known you
In the pliant hands of
The current conclave
Of social media
Oh, I think I’m in love
Or am I desire’s slave?
If you want to know
How to grow
Watch what you say
And watch what you sow.
2020
Poems of the yantra 