saintlebowitz - Hello Poetry

Lately I’ve been thinking about Tablecloths and teetering mortgages Turtlenecks and immense debt The mail toy catalogue and screaming orphans Over black coffee and gray sausage patties Pale eggs and dark red nosebleeds Subscription services and crumbling tombstones Isn’t life great? They tell you Save your money and die young Buy young and die young Find love and die young Thats why they call it work and die young Watch your cholesterols and die young I don’t ever leave my house The next useless trinket arrives on my doorstep The parcels folded plastic corners Conjures blood into a throbbing ******** Under layers of plastic the bauble shimmers I clutch it to my chest and weep Sickly sunlight filters through yellowed newspaper Pasted to my windows in a haughty patchwork I drag my fingernails across the crown moulding I haven’t seen the sun in weeks I watch the news everyday for hours Smoldering rubble and porcelain smiles Did you know people are dangerous Especially the ones that you’ll never meet? Isn’t life great? They tell you Limited time deal and die young Vote for me and die young Good investment and die young Be on time and die young “What’s your plan?” and die young Sell high and die young I stage my house like a magazine cover Perfect angles and subtle shadows Spotless floors and sparkling counters I kick the dog every time it sheds I have a stockpile in my basement Of exotic arms and ammunition Fantasize about justified ****** The woman on the news calls me handsome in my interview I never answer my own questions I watch videos of other people do it for me Spend the time I save staring at the wall and blinking Waiting for the next package to arrive I lay on the floor feeling the vibrations From the nearby highway traffic Potential threats and screeching tires Like desperate wasps before the frost Isn’t life great? They always say Be prepared and die young Pay your bill and die young Plant roots and die young Find a nice girl and die young Donate and die young Good health and die young Prosper and die young Die young and die young

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Nov 25, 2025

Nov 25, 2025 at 6:40 AM UTC

Dream Song

Lately I’ve been thinking about Tablecloths and teetering mortgages Turtlenecks and immense debt The mail toy catalogue and screaming orphans Over black coffee and gray sausage patties Pale eggs and dark red nosebleeds Subscription services and crumbling tombstones Isn’t life great? They tell you Save your money and die young Buy young and die young Find love and die young Thats why they call it work and die young Watch your cholesterols and die young I don’t ever leave my house The next useless trinket arrives on my doorstep The parcels folded plastic corners Conjures blood into a throbbing ******** Under layers of plastic the bauble shimmers I clutch it to my chest and weep Sickly sunlight filters through yellowed newspaper Pasted to my windows in a haughty patchwork I drag my fingernails across the crown moulding I haven’t seen the sun in weeks I watch the news everyday for hours Smoldering rubble and porcelain smiles Did you know people are dangerous Especially the ones that you’ll never meet? Isn’t life great? They tell you Limited time deal and die young Vote for me and die young Good investment and die young Be on time and die young “What’s your plan?” and die young Sell high and die young I stage my house like a magazine cover Perfect angles and subtle shadows Spotless floors and sparkling counters I kick the dog every time it sheds I have a stockpile in my basement Of exotic arms and ammunition Fantasize about justified ****** The woman on the news calls me handsome in my interview I never answer my own questions I watch videos of other people do it for me Spend the time I save staring at the wall and blinking Waiting for the next package to arrive I lay on the floor feeling the vibrations From the nearby highway traffic Potential threats and screeching tires Like desperate wasps before the frost Isn’t life great? They always say Be prepared and die young Pay your bill and die young Plant roots and die young Find a nice girl and die young Donate and die young Good health and die young Prosper and die young Die young and die young

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Awful things happen And we are flayed open Left to bleed dry on the hook of time But how wonderful To watch honey bees waltz From clover flower to clover flower As we are left to mine an ounce of happiness From the fetid vein of misery

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Jun 12, 2025

Jun 12, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC

Clover

Awful things happen And we are flayed open Left to bleed dry on the hook of time But how wonderful To watch honey bees waltz From clover flower to clover flower As we are left to mine an ounce of happiness From the fetid vein of misery

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Hey pineapple Its only been a few hours since you left My chapstick fell over on the nightstand Was that you? Did you bump that on the way out of our room? The tiny ***** popped out of my glasses Did you do that too? Hey pineapple I walked past the empty middle room that was going to be yours just now And grief hit me like a brick in the chest I hurried past I don’t like looking in there right now Hey pineapple I made my tea this morning like a drinking bird Just dipping the steeper into the water mechanically Staring intently at nothing Like you had your tiny hands over my eyes I have caught myself doing that a lot this morning Hey pineapple The house feels a lot stiller now But there is no peace here I can already feel my despair turning into rage At everything and nothing Hey pineapple Sorry I keep reaching out to you Your mom keeps saying “I feel dead inside” We have to keep walking in on each other crying And numbly holding each other Everything is numb Hey pineapple I know I already said it But I’m sorry

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Sep 14, 2024

Sep 14, 2024 at 7:32 AM UTC

Pineapple 2

Hey pineapple Its only been a few hours since you left My chapstick fell over on the nightstand Was that you? Did you bump that on the way out of our room? The tiny ***** popped out of my glasses Did you do that too? Hey pineapple I walked past the empty middle room that was going to be yours just now And grief hit me like a brick in the chest I hurried past I don’t like looking in there right now Hey pineapple I made my tea this morning like a drinking bird Just dipping the steeper into the water mechanically Staring intently at nothing Like you had your tiny hands over my eyes I have caught myself doing that a lot this morning Hey pineapple The house feels a lot stiller now But there is no peace here I can already feel my despair turning into rage At everything and nothing Hey pineapple Sorry I keep reaching out to you Your mom keeps saying “I feel dead inside” We have to keep walking in on each other crying And numbly holding each other Everything is numb Hey pineapple I know I already said it But I’m sorry

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Morning bumblebees Laze in sunflower pollen Orange petals sway

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Aug 20, 2024

Aug 20, 2024 at 9:47 AM UTC

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