I sit
****
and think
about the
choices I’ve
made to
put myself
here on
this ****
tinged porcelain.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
She asked for my name;
It was too late for that,
she sunk into her sheets
as I took a ****
a can of coke,
and walked out the door.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
loosening my grip
a swift pinch
and the roach
floats
a
y .
w
a
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
Ladle!
Cable!
Cradle!
Dreidel!
[Smack] across the rear.
“I forgot the ******* word!
[Smack] across the rear.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
You waste away
reading waste all day
when you can
read one a day
and find true poetry
sitting,
dying away.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
I
wanna
grab ya
by the hinds
and split
ya open
for a grande
Hoorah!
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 9:10 PM UTC
This may be the last
it may be the best
if not
then the worst
but
at least
they’d say
he did his best
‘til the end.
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
I read a lot of poetry.
Many by poets
who think they write good poetry
and many by writers
who think they write bad poetry.
I guess I have a thing
for bad poetry.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 8:47 PM UTC