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david badgerow Oct 2011
Have you ever set fire to a cop car
And taken three steps back
to watch it burn?
I mean,
neither have I,
but I bet it'd be warm.

I bet it'd be beautiful.
I bet it'd feel great.
I bet you'd smile.
david badgerow Oct 2011
You are a sprawling backyard
and I am a toddler
and I just learned how to run

You are a four inch thick piece of plexiglass
and I am a wild animal trapped behind you.

You are a seventeenth century novel
and I am not making sense.
david badgerow Oct 2011
crank up the old vitrola
and play me something ancient
let the static sing
us to sleep
let patti smith
**** us slowly with her blues

crank up the old vitrola
we can cram love poems
into empty wine jugs
and roll them down the street

crank up the old vitrola
as all hope dies and
the chorus repeats

crank up the old vitrola
i've got time to ****
and a lover to love

crank up the old vitrola
we've got nine more bottles
to drink
before sunrise
nine more poems
to write
before we close our eyes
david badgerow Oct 2011
I told her I was a writer
and she said
                         All the guys
I ****
say that.

I passed her my cigarette
my palm--sweaty & inadequate
her palm--dispassionate & bothered
I can't help
wincing
when
         our palms touch.
david badgerow Oct 2011
do you remember that night in early fall
almost two years ago now
that you asked me to meet you
in our secret spot
that everyone knows about
but doesn't use anymore?

down the snaking dirt road
right passed the broken and twisted wooden fence
you know the one i'm talking about
and we sat underneath that big oak tree
and dreamed?

i remember losing you that night
you ran away into the dark
and i couldn't see a ******* thing
but i eventually stepped on your light blue blouse
and i thought "oh, ****, the dogs have gotten her"
even though i didn't hear any barking
no sound at all

and then you came to me
all of the sudden
running, prancing
glowing, naked, shining, smiling beneath silver moonlight
and we kissed
and ******
and i held you
and you really touched me
right there on that sandy mattress
under the stars
in the middle of that snaking dirt road?

well if you do remember,
and are feeling lonely,
or just bored
and drunk
as i am now,
feel free to come and join me
and the night
because here i sit
and i found your light blue blouse
in the middle of this snaking dirt road.
david badgerow Oct 2011
I'm not trying to be
A ****-talker
Or ****-starter
But I'm also not
A side-stepper
And what what I really want to know is
Why there are so many god-awful poets on this site?
Who gave you the right?
What idiot told you that you could write?
This one might ruffle a few feathers.
david badgerow Oct 2011
I'm so glad
that no one cares about
Me
or what I write
or what I do
or who I am
or what I think I am
Because if someone
Did
I might be forced
to care a little about
Someone else  
which is terribly inconvenient for
Me
and what I write
and what I do
and who I am
and what I think I am
feeling like a 7 yr old girl being left out of double dutch.
despondent and unpopular.
why can't I play?
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