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Gemini

You went mad,

because you thought I didn’t find you funny,

and you had spent every day,

before you found me,

thinking that was all you were.

It’s not that I am resigned to remaining miserable,

no,

that’s not it at all,

and I do,

on occasion,

find you amazing,

amusing,

downright confusing,

delightful,

insightful,

interesting,

and bemusing.

You are a snowstorm of sentimentality,

that swirls all around me.

I reach up,

gripping on to each new aspect of you,

that I discover,

until I am snowed under,

melting and freezing all together,

a sun tanned slushy,

trying to sum up,

all the ways I want you.

So,

don’t think,

that I don’t laugh,

sometimes,

it just has to be internal,

because I am just overwhelmed,

by the eternal ways,

you find to surprise me,

by bringing a new kind of joy to my day,

every time I see you.


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Rochdale

Everybody thinks it’s all right,

because she was born bad,

if they tell themselves that enough times.

She changes before their eyes,

from a wide eyed child,

with dreams,

homework,

and a school tie her mother has to help her with,

to their evening entertainment,

because they talk a new image into their eyes,

they repeat it like a prayer,

predators chanting in a circle,

believing their magic is innocent.

They never ask her why,

she is near the night,

why she dares to venture into the darkness,

because they know the truth,

tarnishes their already jittering justification,

but,

it doesn’t matter.

It never matters.

They are good men,

if they say they are good men.

She is a slut,

if they say she’s a slut.

She came to them,

even when they spent months,

laying out a line of pebbles and promises,

easing her down a perilous path,

letting her get lost,

drunk on the idea that someone gives a damn,

before they stole from her,

as she slept,

but it’s still her fault,

because they say it is.

The court will free the devil,

if he wears a nice suit,

and they will hang her,

with the skirt she wore,

and a map of all the places she went,

even though she had no sense of direction,

and nobody expects a poor,

helpless grown man,

to say no,

because he is a good man,

if he says he is,

but she was born bad,

no matter how many times she said no.


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Thank you Europe ❤️🇪🇺

Hola amigos,

I just wanted to make a quick post to say thank you to my friends in Europe. Over the last few weeks, streams and downloads of my song Calais and Dover have been crazy, with most of them coming from listeners in Europe. I am so grateful for your support, and I hope that one day, we will find ourselves together again, but, until then, I will always be your friend.

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Besos,

J x

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To The Catholic Brexiteer

I am so sorry.

Genuinely.

From the bottom of my mixed up,

mixed race,

part white,

part polluted heart,

I am so,

so sorry.

I have stolen a white man.

Several, actually,

and some white women too,

I know that they belong to you,

but you know us “darkies”,

(although, as a mixed person, I’m sort of in the middle,

lightly toasted,

if you will),

we are just predisposed to crime,

and unfortunately,

my mother’s lily white,

innocent DNA was just not enough,

to overcome my emotional kleptomania,

and so I stole them,

pure white British hearts,

taken into my ethnic lair,

and probably used in some dark and demented foreign ritual,

because you know what us people are like.

I am so sorry,

to have caused you such distress,

as I destroyed the master race.

Thoughts and prayers.


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