Study your vocabulary, children Unlearn You think you’re clever The way you march your words Two by two by three Like ants in a line But you won’t make it So learn the Rules That’s hardly a poem Now Byron, on the other hand… Read Beowulf pages 45-52… Who buys their child bukowski For their …
Category Archive: Poetry
May 03
This American’t Life
Fuzzy liberals absorbing NPR collecting unemployment polishing soccer balls and minivans scowling towards the chippy conservatives absorbing FOX collecting unemployment polishing guns and pickup trucks scowling back tribal animosity dolled up in mascara warpaint credit scores refinished basements crown molding designer handbags fresh dead deer swinging from an oak swollen tongue a loose pendulum- the …
Apr 30
Bukowski Must Have Loved Like This
I have known men. Their kisses are different, their need is different. Even those out trolling have desires stronger, deeper than that of puncturing willing flesh. Each with their own secret charm, lure to get you back to their cheap manly home. Their scent, shoes, clothes, cars–their thick-tongued lies. Craving that natural pairing of slick …
Apr 27
Love Zombie
no one cares you can/t/don/t get/give a fuck get laid or screwed or even give away a blow job coz you got no lips everyone likes a touch of darkness sure, intrigue & mystery well okay, but no one likes a monster no one likes a creep no one likes a messiah no one likes …
Apr 18
20 years ago
Communism fell in Eastern Europe and the fascists and criminals took over and they’ve cut down all the trees and sunflowers and all the young are leaving cuz there ain’t no jobs and there ain’t no hope either so long as that 3-headed monster called America stomps all over the world but there’s Fidel raising …
Apr 15
status update will carry over
The problem with daylight, like it’s been on since dawn (see?) crack of, and billabong of garbage men having come and gone for six long hours now like it’s two in the after noon, I really ought to be writing about garbage men woke me into guilt, like clattering metal lids, battering ram of hydraulics …
Apr 12
Inscriptions
Enlightenment’s swat team shoves its way in takes command secures the outpost tallies up the phantom body count whites out all its previous defeats While you you wander off grope beneath the trestles and along the sewers eyes shut fingers sensitized to cuts abrasions fugitive graffiti There’s no Rosetta Stone for this your hand lingers and contorts to reenact the …
Apr 09
Jesus vs. the Real Thing
My Bois d’Ilet can stop the holes from grabbing me in the night. Your Holy Spirit play hanky-panky with Jewish virgins. My Erzulie can swear and kiss; your Mary, dressed in blue, pales before her million candles. My Legba yield both eggs and sperm; your sweet Jesus stay limp and yield only Green Stamps for …
Apr 03
Untitled Lesbian Poem
Sex is overrated G to XYZ and Love is too hard {taking up the ass}. That’s why i turned trannie and hit on a bi-sexual Adult Video and Toy Store attendant whose butch lesbian girlfriend ran me down and whipped my ass on the maxi-pad isle at the grocery store for quick clean-up. Yes, she …
Mar 31
the future is the ghosts of cowards raping your children
and isn’t this what you wanted? weren’t you assured that casting your vote would only ever change things for the better? did you just keep sucking whatever cock was shoved down your throat? of course you did, you mindless fuck –John Sweet