Irate Watcher: Poems

161 · Apr 2018

Irate Watcher Apr 2018

He chose him
over me.
You know?
Bros over hoes

I guess

I did not know I was a **
But if I am a **,
I did not think we
were under bros.

158 · Dec 2017

When can I stop

Irate Watcher Dec 2017

When can I stop

People give me things
and I let them!

"I have always depended on the kindness of strangers." -A Streetcar named Desire, Tennessee Williams

157 · Nov 2017

Monotony

Irate Watcher Nov 2017

Monotony

Hood up.
Head down.
Headphones in.
Herald: The harrowing
hauncho and his henchman.

152 · Apr 2018

Confession III

Irate Watcher Apr 2018

Confession III

I missed him
so I slept with
my best friend.
I cried everytime
he stroked
my cheek.
He always loved me.

141 · Dec 2017

Solo paradigm

Irate Watcher Dec 2017

Solo paradigm

From those who only think
one
thought
at
a
time:

Clip her wings; don't let her fly!

Keep to the solo paradigm.

140 · Dec 2017

Period.

Irate Watcher Dec 2017

Period.

It bothers me,
but I have nothing more to say.

Short poems are OK.

138 · Apr 2018

Confession VII

Irate Watcher Apr 2018

Confession VII

He said he loved me.
I said I didn't.
We never spoke again.
I'm pretty sure
he still hates me.

96 · Dec 2017

Hands not there

Irate Watcher Dec 2017

Hands not there

Maybe the impulse
to remark is not poetry —
Maybe it is
sitting perfectly still
in a leather chair
to look down
and see hands
not there.

— The End —