—Poetry by K.G. Munro, Glasgow, Scotland
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy
of K.G. Munro
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy
of K.G. Munro
BAD AT LOVE
If I'm not saying something unintelligent
Then I'm tripping up or talking too much
Or I come off as rude because I'm incredibly
Nervous and acting like a fool to cope with it
I feel like there are sharp claws encasing my mind
trapping my personality inside
The woman they see is the one they dislike
Because she is my worst traits brought to life
I'm just bad at this whole love thing
Because even if I get it right, I know I'll screw up,
It's not Cupid's arrow I need but a miracle
One from Heaven, or I'll probably end up
Alone and counting my regrets on both hands.
If I'm not saying something unintelligent
Then I'm tripping up or talking too much
Or I come off as rude because I'm incredibly
Nervous and acting like a fool to cope with it
I feel like there are sharp claws encasing my mind
trapping my personality inside
The woman they see is the one they dislike
Because she is my worst traits brought to life
I'm just bad at this whole love thing
Because even if I get it right, I know I'll screw up,
It's not Cupid's arrow I need but a miracle
One from Heaven, or I'll probably end up
Alone and counting my regrets on both hands.
A FALSE TONGUE
Lying about different things
To people that you call friends
Spinning different plates
On fragile sticks expecting
Them to spin forever and ever
Just like the lies that slide
Out of your corroded mouth
Filled with black moths
Destroying the people they land on
Because that's all you do
Is tell stories to make yourself
Seem like the good man
You are weaving nefarious webs
Do you think that they are stupid?
Your lies are transparent
And the only one who will end up
Entangled is yourself
Because of your mouth that never stops
Even when the plates have fallen to
The ground and smashed
You still can't tell the truth
With that false tongue of yours.
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HELL ON EARTH
We own enough weapons
To rip a hole in the solar system
Who thought nuclear plants
were a good idea?
Or that splitting the atom wouldn't
cause endless problems
Because every creation in some form
or fashion has been used for
destruction and warfare
And if we aren't careful
Our arrogance could kill the planet
Our children and other nations
out there in the universe
And even if it only hurts us
Who wants to live in Hell?
Because a dead environment
On fire and with thick charcoal skies
Is as close as you can get whilst alive
That is, if any of us even survive.
Lying about different things
To people that you call friends
Spinning different plates
On fragile sticks expecting
Them to spin forever and ever
Just like the lies that slide
Out of your corroded mouth
Filled with black moths
Destroying the people they land on
Because that's all you do
Is tell stories to make yourself
Seem like the good man
You are weaving nefarious webs
Do you think that they are stupid?
Your lies are transparent
And the only one who will end up
Entangled is yourself
Because of your mouth that never stops
Even when the plates have fallen to
The ground and smashed
You still can't tell the truth
With that false tongue of yours.
___________________
HELL ON EARTH
We own enough weapons
To rip a hole in the solar system
Who thought nuclear plants
were a good idea?
Or that splitting the atom wouldn't
cause endless problems
Because every creation in some form
or fashion has been used for
destruction and warfare
And if we aren't careful
Our arrogance could kill the planet
Our children and other nations
out there in the universe
And even if it only hurts us
Who wants to live in Hell?
Because a dead environment
On fire and with thick charcoal skies
Is as close as you can get whilst alive
That is, if any of us even survive.
___________________
AFFAIR
Politician or puppet master?
Do my kisses taste like hers?
You smile for the cameras, arrogant and self-
assured.
White teeth, a porcelain gate keeping out the truth
From even the ones closest to you
I know all of your dark secrets, the ones you
wouldn’t tell anyone,
The public thinks that you love her,
Yet, I’m the one you get undressed for
I’m the woman you cry in front of
The only one you really trust
Despite being slightly older
Our souls relate on a level I am yet to see
From anyone around me
Loving you doesn’t make sense,
But it is more logical than anything I have ever
needed
When you beg for my attention
After a day of verbal beatings from the opposition
How can I deny you?
I know that it’s wrong
But didn’t she cheat first?
Your autumn eyes were burning with despair when
you relayed
it to me
Before you laid me down and kissed me without
mercy
Torn Egyptian bedsheets.
Empty champagne glasses, missed texts,
Chaotic. That’s what we are.
Falling deeper into each other
And into madness.
Love lost
Its light
Too soon
Because death
Came and
Took you
From earth
Now I'm
Determined to
Write out
Your name
On every
Surface that
I can
Find and
Never forget
How it
Looks and
How it
Sounds because
I want
A tattoo
Of you
Everywhere on
This planet
So that
You are
With me
Until we
Can meet
Once again
In the
Afterlife.
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Today’s LittleNip:
We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.
—Nikita Gill
—Nikita Gill
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This morning, we are privileged to welcome a visitor from Scotland to the Kitchen for the first time! K.G. Munro is an author and poet from Glasgow. Here are a few of her writing credits: Indian Periodical, ASmallSliceOfAnxiety, Ink Pantry, The Wombat Post, Pawners Papers, Reformed Journal, FreshOutMag, and Humans Of The World Blog. Welcome to the Kitchen, K.G., and don’t be a stranger!
__________________
—Medusa
K.G. Munro
A reminder that D.R. Wagner and
Dave Boles are reading at
Chateau Davell in Camino
this afternoon, 2pm.
For info about this and other
upcoming poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
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(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
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Would you like to be a SnakePal?
All you have to do is send poetry and/or
photos and artwork to
kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
Dave Boles are reading at
Chateau Davell in Camino
this afternoon, 2pm.
For info about this and other
upcoming poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
All you have to do is send poetry and/or
photos and artwork to
kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
explosion of red and gold
startles the eye—
roadside candy wrapper
