solidarity

a full tank nearly broke the bank

the price of gas rising almost feels decent like

solidarity with Ukraine 

#katyamills

up from the downtrodden

the blood got up in a good way

to see Moscow pummeled with snowballs

citizens out for Navalny

coming home. will we always be fighting

for answers? the blood 

got up in a good way. up 

from the down

trodden      

#katyamills

face of the sky

laughin in the face of the sky

cryin all the tears from a cloud

prayers hit the earth

loud when heads are humble

and properly bowed





#katyamills

love and murder

2016 © KatYa 

i was in love with her 

if i hadn't been

 i wouldn't have wanted

 to murder her 

that day 

i had a choice 

to break her neck 

to be a monster 

and go to prison for life 

(or a few weeks) 

depending upon 

my miserable 

gofund.me 

and how much i could raise 

to back my colorless 

innocence 

plea 

or take a public defender

 turn back time 

and hang 

by the neck 

until dead

'wet dream on dry toast'

Aka - 'computer dissociative'

original material from K IS SILENT (partial)

The olive oil days were over. He should have known. He beat his head into the mahoganey like Perry Mason lost a case. So began the vinegar taste in the back of his throat, phase. He felt a feeling he knew well. All his bones shifted like some skeleton robot gone up and shorted out. Computer dissociative.

Off some where walking now with the interpreter was the girl. Saturnine with a lemon twist. Her freckles, sun kissed. The new fucking smart phone attache foreplay. Distraction impact high and non-resistant. She made a lovely nouveau interpreter’s assistant.

Not no store bought, this jam he had got himself in now, praying with a cigarrette out on the steps of the halls of justice. This jam was more like apricot preserves or some shit. Some district attorney’s intern’s intern, gave him a menacing look and an evil eye. 

No smoking on the steps to the halls of justice. Dummy.