BISCUIT TOWN... KING KRULE VERSUS MOI (à poem, à song and a dance)
Artwork by Johan Deckmann.

BISCUIT TOWN... KING KRULE VERSUS MOI (à poem, à song and a dance)

By (S)llew la Wulf | Llewella_love_wolf | 20 Aug 2021


You're shallow waters
I'm the deep sea bed and I'm the reason you flow
I got more moons wrapped around my head Than Jupiter knows



Yea, I seemed to sink lower; 

I saw the water levels rising above my head, water flooding my throat and a pressure crushing my wept, broken chest. 

But then... the charm of my birthright began to glow, 

faintly at first, in the distance. 

The flutter of your eyelashes 

(once so hypnotic) threw dappled light, 

like morse code, 

across my retinas and a switch was flicked...

I felt me and

saw you... 

With coffee bean clarity,

Cherry popped like a boil and 

I knew.


Were not.

 For me. 

That the love I feel. 

Was never fucking real. 

Our vulnerabilities once hidden

Touched too soon, 

way before we did.

Dangerous slope that hun, 

but down, down it we slid. 

Into this brightly coloured inertia our darkest recesses built

And tempting as it is to stay

I can't breathe in these shallow depths. 


The soft stickiness of your ache engulfs me. 

Suffocates me; fills my airways and veins; takes over my every damaged nerve ending and sense until... 

I am senseless

And it ain't easy to reject that shit because,

it is a perfect match organically 

(and otherwise to mine) 

Despite the reasons and the rhyme... 


The suckerpunch of our toxicity blinded us 

for what seemed like an eternity

to the catalytic purpose of our connection. 

I saw 7 Magpies today and no, this secret will never be told.

And I think I'm happy not to fully know

just let the truth unfold

As our hearts break over a landscape of moons and lies and

implode, exhausted but free... 


The disgust at my own weakness, and yet the abject pride at the depths in which I swam. But a voice whispered softly from within:


get out while you still can




That guarded resolve I once clung to desperately 

Pisses into the cracks of yesterday's despair. 

And sugar, 

I'm (up) there...swimming like a, mermaid in depths you would surely drown in,

and you, 

Are where you've always been. 

Right here. 

That brightly coloured inertia

Set against the blackest of  night, 

Engulfing you and your comfortable fears. 

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(S)llew la Wulf
(S)llew la Wulf

Yet another artist screaming (colourfully) into the void. I like to dance. I write. I do self portraiture and i draw... I cover topics ranging from racial bias to female sexuality to capitalism to rape culture and of course, love ❤️


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