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Oct 2011 · 1.7k
I Wasted My Words
david badgerow Oct 2011
I wasted my words
I wasted your ears
I wasted my time
learning all your likes and fears

I've wasted some sunrises
and
I've wasted some sunsets
and
If I could drink them
I'd get wasted
on my own regrets

I wasted your soft skin
you wasted my touch
but I guess to you
it doesn't matter too much

Because you're on
to the next one,
and I'm left right here
thinking thoughts full of sorrow
and sharing them with my beer

I wasted your glistening body
I wasted your ***
In my head I was wasted
about the future,
like a house with a yard
and just two pets.

I wasted your lips
you wasted your lies
but I don't wish you harm
or hope that
anyone in your family
dies

No, if I find a wishbone
this one thing I'll truly wish
that the next guy you ****
has something
very itchy
on his ****.
david badgerow Oct 2011
Are you clean?
I mean,
do you shave?

Please say
you don't consider
me too brave,
but is your ***** hair
trimmed
into the ace of spades?

Are you hygenic?
or
would I need to see
a clinic
in the morning?

Are you boring?

Do you have a habit
of snoring?

Are you allergic to chlorine?
If not,
let's take a skinny dip
Oh, and do you like
it
with chains and whips?

Are you a biter or
a leg-clencher?
Do you moan or do you whimper?
Have you been
with more losers or winners?

Which are you more afraid of
heights or snakes?
Which do you ride more on
bikes or lakes?
Which do you soar more on
blunts or planes?

Also, is anyone in your family criminally insane?

Please
tell me now if
you want me
to stop this
or
instead let me ask you
is it nice
when you're *******?

Tell me now and tell me this:
what makes you frustrated
and
what gets you ******?

Tell me also
what you hope for
and all that you hold dear
so that both of us can spare
each other
a tumultuous year.
Oct 2011 · 746
work that we do
david badgerow Oct 2011
she looked like a hipster
with lips
begging me to kiss her
so I
slipped her a dipster
but that
******* her sister
so I
let down my zipper
and dropped
a real McShitster
but then
she asked me to fist her
while I
was ******* her sister
but at
glance I noticed
a blister
so I
ran off and
ditched her
Oct 2011 · 885
Hold My Beer
david badgerow Oct 2011
hold your tongue
until
you're soaked in saliva

hold your breath
until
you can't get much higher

hold my beer
until
I finish with your kiss

hold my hand
until
it can't get better,
this is bliss.

hold your liqour
until
you're puking into a plush beige carpet

and I will

hold your hair so
you don't look like a cheap harlot
or some trashed starlet.
Oct 2011 · 5.9k
Glazed Donuts
david badgerow Oct 2011
have you ever
sat
and wondered about
the putrid smell
of corpses
and what happens after this--
all types of magical forces?

have you ever
stood
in line for hours
waiting only
to be
insulted by cowards?

I've often
wondered in the morning
over
my donuts glazed
how you can
not talk to me
for several days;
but when you do
it fits like a shoe,
and now just what
are we going to do?

have you heard
sad words
whispered from a lover's lips,
and if so,
did it bring a tearful kiss
or
was it more like
a lustful hiss?
Oct 2011 · 548
I can see
david badgerow Oct 2011
I can see
a candle waving
in the window sill
and
I can see your silhouette
but only because
you stand so still.

The light--
it dances around you.

I can see
dawn's light breaking
together with
the morning dew
and
I can see your happy place
but only
because I'm laying
here with you.

So tight--
my arms surround you.
Oct 2011 · 717
Pain
david badgerow Oct 2011
I want to see your Pain.
I want to know who put it there,
and I want to see them slain.

I want to taste your Pain.
I want to kiss you
where it hurts and
I want to hold you tight
against the rain.

I want to feel your Pain.
I want you to whisper
in my ear the name of
the one who turned you
so blue.

I want to know your Pain.
I want to peer into
your fiery core
and I want to hold you
behind closed doors.

I want to heal your Pain.
I want to cuddle with you
on a couch and if
you want that too
I will be able to
bury my shame.
Oct 2011 · 1.1k
A Girl That I Work With
david badgerow Oct 2011
last night in my dream
a girl wore a necklace
not a tourniquet
or blouse
or skirt,
just a necklace

i remember her well
she was a girl that i work with
i'd be with her now but
she hasn't told me i'm worth it

last night in my dream
a girl told the naked truth
her words were full of worth
of care
and legitimacy
and then we got down
and took
care of
                                    the
                                               nitty
                                                           ­     -gritty
Oct 2011 · 774
the Fire
david badgerow Oct 2011
the fire is brave.
the fire is an empty space.
the fire is a sharp object.
the fire is a toy.
the fire is a female.

oh how she burns,
my      god     she     burns

the fire is gentle.
the fire is severe.
the fire is dancing.
the fire is impending.

the fire is naked
not named.

the fire is pure,
untamed.

the fire is pure.
Oct 2011 · 1.2k
the Audience
david badgerow Oct 2011
Without the audience I am nothing.
If I believed that there was no one out there who was listening
or who cared
or who loved
or who chose to listen
I mean read
I would be a desiccated pear
I would be a tired excuse of a shoe.

I have to know that I am better than nothing.
If I received no feedback at all, no encouraging words from friends,
Sometimes I don't know if I would do it
if I would press on
and walk
and write
and rebel
and destroy
and rebuild
and light up then
burn out.

Sometimes I sit and I think about nothing.
and honestly it's great to know that nothing is something and
maybe I am something
or nothing
or a mouse
or a servant
or a shoe
or a revolutionist
or an egotist
or a *******
or I am a perfect uttered silence
a ****** quiet
or maybe I am Jack's shiner, his swollen-shut eyelid
but maybe
just maybe

I am there for a chivalrous reason and
I got just one good lick in
or maybe I didn't
and I took one like a ***** but
I walked her home
and I kissed her
and she liked it
and I did too

And I am nothing,
And I know this.

What I'm saying is, I wouldn't be able to sleep.
What I'm saying is, I hope I'm something you'll keep.
What I'm saying is, keep reading and I'll keep breathing.
What I'm saying is, and I'll shout it in powdery tones
What I'm saying is, don't make me be alone.
Oct 2011 · 7.3k
Admiration
david badgerow Oct 2011
I scribbled
stupid words onto
a wrinkled and *****
piece of scrap paper
and now you're reading it.

I crumpled it up
but then something
told me you'd want
to admire it from
your computer chair
So there
you sit
and here
it is.
Oct 2011 · 1.5k
hungover
david badgerow Oct 2011
I was going to write today
But this morning I felt like ****
My stomach was all knotted up
And the pounding in my head wouldn't quit.

I saw your face and it made me sick
So I said
"**** this"
And went back to bed.
Oct 2011 · 817
Tired and Blue
david badgerow Oct 2011
you'll say "I'm tired,"
and
I'm tired too
not hardly as tired as you
and not nearly as blue

I'm putting you
in the ground where
the dead men
go and where
that really is
no one really knows
but I will whisper
                             I miss you
right next to your ear
even though I won't and
                             I hope I see you again
even though I don't and
                             I can't stand to see you like this
because you know that's true
and
you'll just stare at me
                             tired and blue
something a bit gruesome for my new friends at hellopoetry
Oct 2011 · 877
the rising sun
david badgerow Oct 2011
You are like the rising sun,
only not joyous
not happy
or gentle

Instead, you are a
vengeful sun who
Burns away
secrets said in
the dark and who
scares away shadowy fun

You are not bright.
You are not glorious.
Oct 2011 · 1.6k
Caged Bird
david badgerow Oct 2011
I will be your caged bird.
I will sing to you in sunshine.
You can put me in my place,
I won't take up much space,
and I'll only say words
you teach me, that's fine

I will be your caged bird.
I will sing to you in rain.
You can try and cover up my squawk
but you must still hear me talk
and I only try to heal all of your pain.

I will be your caged bird.
I will sing to you in laughter.
You can lay down newspapers
and I'll be your soothsayer,
but tell me now, with a word,
should I whistle like this,
or faster?

I will be your caged bird.
I will sing to you in silence.
You can treat me like a pantomime,
pretend that I'm still here
and doing just fine,
and still I won't come to you with violence.
Oct 2011 · 670
Up on the Ups
david badgerow Oct 2011
Should I tell her what I think,
would I have the words to say?
If I ask her will she turn me away?
Things I think about night and day.

Here I am, right on the brink
vocal chords honed and ready;
Hands clammy ***** and sweaty
and the left one I just can't
seem to keep steady.

There she is, taking a sip from a drink
holding it gently like it holds much worth
or is warm just like a teddy.
Eyes full of mirth, soul
as beautifully clean
as a spirital rebirth.

Here I go now, I'm up on the ups
I take two three steps and get
the hiccups;
what
               to
do now -----------
can't
                    finish a
sentence;

run out of options,
hit knee
beg for mercy,
feign penitence.
Oct 2011 · 782
Not Begging, Just Asking
david badgerow Oct 2011
I wanted so badly to touch you,
that night in my car,
I wanted so badly to touch you,
just my hand on your arm.

I wanted so badly to speak to you,
to say something cute,
I wanted so badly to speak to you,
but in awe of your beauty
my voice was stricken mute.
Dumbstruck-- I was struck dumb,
by the power of your presence,
my heart and lips grew numb.

I wanted so badly to hold you,
that night in my car,
to sing you a love song,
or hum a few bars.
But I didn't do that,
No, I must have been slacking
thats why I'm out here at midnight;
not begging, just asking:

If you're not busy tonight
with other boys,
If you will sit and listen;
I have retrained my voice.
It is not weak, no longer out of bounds,
and with it I wish to speak,
to make cohesive sounds.
Oct 2011 · 618
I Will Write
david badgerow Oct 2011
I will write until
the last words jump to the page
or
my hands grow withered and weary from age.

I will write until
my thoughts turn sour
or
I take the final plunge off some bank's high tower.

I will write until
there's nothing left to find
or
I start leasing the attic of my mind.

I will write until
the Great Salvation comes, to save us from the rapture
or
If it doesn't, and we're left here, I'll keep writing long after.

I will write until
with words, the perfect image do I capture
or
If I can't, I will try until all the bones in my hand are fractured.

I will write until
I have conquered the Hunger
or
If I don't, please feel free to take a knife and slip me under.
Oct 2011 · 2.9k
The Cause of Friction
david badgerow Oct 2011
a new face
a devil's diction
a change of pace
a gift for fiction
a brand new taste
a signed petition
all heads bowed at benediction
a very small space
a cause for friction
a high speed chase
a duty left in dereliction
a rat's race
a drug addiction
a heart misplaced
a **** conviction
a gathering place
a tight constriction
a country full of human waste
an angel dies of malnutrition
Oct 2011 · 727
Hey!
david badgerow Oct 2011
Hey!
I'm down here
with bug bites and blood smears
just trying to climb up a ladder

Hey!
I'm down here
with all doubts and all fears
just looking for momentum to gather

Hey!
I'm down here
with the Bikes and the Beards
just grasping for a rope or a tether

Hey!
I'm down here
with hardened gums and dried tears
just wishing for hope or a feather

Hey!
I'm down here
with the poets and the queers
trying to write down what really doesn't matter

Hey!
I'm down here
blinking lights and drinking beers
straining my ear to hear your chatter

Hey!
I'm down here
with full lungs and three cheers
banging pots to make a high clatter
Oct 2011 · 1.2k
A Line on Their Throat
david badgerow Oct 2011
I wish I held a microphone
every time I went to speak
each person would be forced to listen
and shut their ******* beak
This may sound harsh
it might offend your features
but I'm standing
knee-deep in a marsh
surrounded by brain-dead zombie creatures
These people are dull
ignorant or crazed
and deciding if they like gooseflesh
grilled stuffed or brazed
These words are a knife
and with them I will cut
a line on their throat,
a hole in their gut
there's only two ways
to get out of this rut
The other way I know
to make them scatter like rain
is to open this heart
and show them this pain
These words may be putrid
they may offset your senses
but ooze fills my shoes
my legs are cemented in fluid
and I'm reaching out for fences
praying to gods both demented and Druid
I wish I held a microphone
every time I went to speak
but my voice is worn out gravel
I'm stuck up ****'s creek
without a paddle.
Oct 2011 · 694
Venom Laced with Sorrow
david badgerow Oct 2011
I'm going to rile my way
out of this hollow
I will do what I must,
beg steal & borrow

I'm spitting bile today
venom laced with sorrow
there's no one I trust
no patience for tomorrow

I'm not going to smile today
let them all think I'm insane
I'll use words like
**** and *******
and I'll take Christ's name in vain

I won't walk a mile today
not in anyone else's shoes
my feet are just to big,
already tripping over the blues

I won't write with style today
I'll ***** these words onto paper
because I woke up on cold tile today,
realized I'm just a bottom-scraper.
Oct 2011 · 1.2k
A Bourbon Sunset
david badgerow Oct 2011
Listen, children
I'm calling by phone
to teach you
of a bourbon sunset;
a time when it's best
to sit alone
on a river's beach
and drink and try to forget.

Forget about the past,
the sorrow and the pain
drink them down fast
or they'll slowly drive
you insane.
Drink away the pleasure
douse out the memories
Tonight I drink for leisure
and to burn away my arteries.

Listen, children,
quick, to hear
the story of the whiskey sunset
will surely bring you to tears;
This knowledge, do not forget
will pay dividends in years,
the doctrine of the bourbon sunset.

Now my tears flood this river's bank
and a blind man could see
this bottle's drank
so when the time comes
it's me you'll thank
for teaching you of a bourbon sunset.

Listen, children, really
do not curse lie or steal
just drink away the fiction
all that remains becomes what is real
you will die stone
cold and all alone
no matter how much love or hate
your heart feels
Oct 2011 · 1.1k
The Poets
david badgerow Oct 2011
the poets reach for gin
while the athletes reach for water
the christians teach of sin
and look forward to the Slaughter

the warriors fight to win
while the poets become authors
the dancers flash their skin
and look, the right one is your Daughter

the poets look within
the mathletes become solvers
a musician breaks a violin
and serenades the eye of a Revolver
Oct 2011 · 814
Pen to Paper Bleeds
david badgerow Oct 2011
I do not believe
in color schemes
not white
nor red & blue

Only what
my pen to paper bleeds
is what I consider true

I cannot recognize
what psychics see
but I know my past
is void of  eyes
and does not make the future me

I do not swear by
what the christians say
but I've seen angels fly
both night and day

I cannot affirm
what the muslims claim
in turn I see it all
as the same ball,
same chain
Oct 2011 · 721
War
david badgerow Oct 2011
War
There is a war going on inside of me
the battleground is my brain
One part is the rational side of me
the background, "You're insane!"

There is more going on inside of me
two animals I cannot tame
One part roaring lion inside of me
the other just purrs your name

There is a door opening inside of me
these things I cannot change
One side looks like Nirvana to me
where everyone's dressed the same
The other room's also familiar to me
it resembles Poe's House of Pain
Oct 2011 · 664
Threw Away
david badgerow Oct 2011
Today, today
I threw away
everything in my life
that was taking up space;
I dropped what I was doing
and I prepared a place
for you
now there's room enough
for two
you can be with me and
I'll be with you.

Tonight, tonight
I'll do everything right
call you cute pet names and
kiss you softly in moonlight
I will kiss
and I will hold you
and softly I will say,
"For you, my dear, for you
I threw everything away."
Oct 2011 · 1.7k
Time
david badgerow Oct 2011
if it were a vaccuum,
i'd tell you to feed it things
-pennnies
-buttons
-engagement rings

if it were a bird,
i'd say to clip its' wings
-scissors
-tendons
-muscle strings

if it were a pull-out couch,
i'd ask to pull out its' springs
-bare hands
-cold metal
-chorus sings

if it were a bumblebee
i'd tell you that it stings
Oct 2011 · 1.0k
Never
david badgerow Oct 2011
Never have I ever
stalled a fire,
But I have been
cheated on with friends
embarrassed and
called a ******* liar.

Never have I ever
installed a light switch,
But I have dated
a couple pychopaths
and most recently
a real *****.

Never have I ever
laid down with a ******,
But I have had
two pet fish once
until I drowned them both
in dish detergent.

Never have I ever
listened very well
But I have spent
a year in isolation,
living in a buried Hell.

Never have I ever
spoke a dishonest word
But I have been borne
up by an eagle and
I swear I scream just
like a bird.
Oct 2011 · 684
Dance Wicked Metallic
david badgerow Oct 2011
I sat & smoked.

I watched lightning dance wicked metallic fingers across night sky.

I wondered if we'd give ourselves a chance; if we'd try.

I heard the thunder as he stomped out his only response,

Which was,

"Only time spent will tell."

--My cigarette went to Hell.
Oct 2011 · 1.2k
Less Thoughtful
david badgerow Oct 2011
No one thinks I'm cute.
No one thinks I'm funny.

If I was really so astute,
I'd be in it for the money.
I need to be more rude,
I have to be less thoughtful,
I'll start calling everyone 'dude'
and I'll start drinking milk
straight from the bottle.

No one thinks I'm smart.
No one thinks I'm worth it.

If I really had a good heart,
I'd make everyone think I was perfect.
I need to be more greedy,
I have to be less austere,
I'll start taking food from the needy,
and I'll build a facade on every frontier.

No one thinks I'm special.
No one thinks I care.

If I could really deal with pressure,
I'd scream and throw things into the air.
I must be much less pensive,
I must try to be more gluttonous,
I'll start buying suits that are expensive,
and at least two more button-ups.

No one thinks I'm grand.
No one thinks I'm unique.

If I was really such a right-hand-man,
I'd reach down and scratch their oblique.
I must be much less generous and
substitute it with daring,
my handshakes will be venomous,
and I'll start littering without caring.

No one thinks I'm the best.
No one thinks I'll go higher.
I must do away with being honest, yes
and I'll practice becoming a good liar.
Oct 2011 · 2.4k
Peasants
david badgerow Oct 2011
Listen! Oh, peasants! Be still and hear!
Must we live our whole lives frightened like deer?
Content to be tossed around like waves,
rolled over like dice,
wandering directionless through life's clever maze
like little white mice?

It is time to act and stand tall!
When Liberty cries for Mercy,
we must answer Her call.
They think us imbeciles,
fools one and all,
We must fight with tools,
this tyrant must fall.

It is time for revolution!
All ye students early rise,
stock up on Redbull and
take your fight to the skies.
We must strike from the top
to take Them by suprise, and
do not stop until
each one of Them dies.
We will no longer be fooled
by this government's guise.

To the skies, you mortal beings!
Oct 2011 · 2.4k
the Witch
david badgerow Oct 2011
At high noon
the Witch will be burned at the stake!
we will see heads turn, hips bend, limbs break!
we will watch as the coarse flame is reflected in her eyes!
we will show no mercy as she dances and writhes!

She gets what
she deserves, this evil-doing trickster
even now as her lips boil and her skin begins to blister
she slipped to our children a candied liquid elixir
it made them delirious, it ****** with their minds
now they've formed an army and are coming up from behind
They mean to save her, these once-innocent children
we only had about twenty now they number one million

The fire burns
through her chest, blouse and britches
we even hired the court's jester to keep us all in stiches
Let the fire burn free, give it no restrictions
for today we burn a Witch with the purest of intentions
but what exactly what her crime was
I believe I've failed to mention

She ordered us
to think, for ourselves one and all
and now at death's brink, out to the devil she doth call
She shouts at him with pleasure as her black heart succumbs to flame
He approaches at his leisure, he's no amateur at this game
He gathers her from the post, right before she dies
he tastes the flesh of roast, feasting on his prize
right before he left, he peeled off both her eyelids
and flicked them to the crowd, we devoured them in silence.
Oct 2011 · 2.1k
Harp
david badgerow Oct 2011
a harp has been strummed
a banjo picked
a heart has been numbed
a ****** flicked
a page has been thumbed
a sharp ice pick
a mouth has been gummed
a desiduous tick
a cigarette has been bummed
a virginal stick
a town has been slummed
a slippery ****
a ***** has been ******
a little *****
a lonely man jumped
a fall and a click
a crowd has been pumped
a comedy shtick
a mind has been stumped
a clever trick
Oct 2011 · 692
She Can Hold
david badgerow Oct 2011
This is for the woman on the paper
the one I keep inside my mind
so no other boy can take her
my life over to her I've signed
in my own blood
on her God's acre
I've never cursed
nor lied
nor beat or betrayed her
but I'll **** any man
who thinks he can save her.
I have the gift of gab;
an affair with the paper--
her sensuous aroma,
her curious flavor.
I do not use my wrist to stab;
I use my hand for writing--
she stands before me now,
so naked and inviting;
if it were you inside my head
you'd see it's quite a sighting.
I'll keep this going:
she can hold my attention span
I hope you'll listen as
I share the master plan:
I want to revive her,
just to touch her skin again.
Oct 2011 · 3.2k
Be My Cougar
david badgerow Oct 2011
I'll be your raindrop
if you'll be my window pane
or
I'll be your wet blouse
if you're caught in the rain

Be my asylum and
I'll be your criminally insane
and
I'll be your stock options
if you'll be my net gain

If you were my trap
I'd cordially be your reeking dead mouse
or
I could be your wrap-a-round porch
if you'd be my creeking old house

I'll be your idiot
if you'll be my quick thinker
and
You can be my Bud Lite,
I'll be your binge drinker

I'll be your loser
you can be my laughing hyena
or
You can be my cougar
and I'll gladly be your half-dead zebra

Be my ****** predator
I will be your self-defense class
or
I'll be your censorship and
you can just be your own **** ***
Oct 2011 · 1.5k
Motor Like an Elevator
david badgerow Oct 2011
I am an idiot child
walking down an abandoned railroad track
with an eye of bewilderment and
a mouth full of gibberish.

I am a clumsy acrobat
swinging aimlessly from the ceiling
with a coat on my back doused in gasoline.

I am a ***** escavator
with two fists full of sand and
a motor like an elevator.

I am on drunken autopilot
with no hands on the wheel
and my head sloshing vilolently in the sky.

I am the keeper of a hollowed-out heart
with darkness in the center and
plenty of room for spare car parts.

I am the staggering contradiction
of the paralyzed adventurist,
too sick to cry for help and
too scared to defend myself.
Oct 2011 · 2.2k
Dumped
david badgerow Oct 2011
cast out
chucked away
deep-sixed
discarded
discharged
disposed of
expelled
flung aside
thrown down
jettisoned
deserted
jilted
vacated
left in abdication
aggravated
outcast
rejected
eliminated
forgotten
given­ up
godforsaken
Oct 2011 · 723
He
david badgerow Oct 2011
He
he waltzed right into
your entryway
the same door you
closed on me

he paraded straight down
your hallway
you didn't pause him
to stop and
say please

when I was there
I tread carefully;
even got down
on my knees

he twisted your ****
and opened you up,
I simply asked for your keys

he made a beeline through
your corridor
he barged in because
you asked for more

he is where I'm
supposed to be
but I'm not what I
had hoped to be
david badgerow Oct 2011
I've suffered in the throes
of writer's block for seven sordid days
I've spent the wordless week wandering in a silent daze
I tried to pick the lock to lift the fog and haze
But the words were stacked against me backed into their dark caves
They never left me entirely they were cold and huddled together
in the sticky-damp attic of my mind mumbling themselves chanting in time
I thought the ***** would loosen their fearful grip on reality
but the words proved to be a stubborn people
singing We Shall Overcome while hovering
behind my whiskey-drenched eyes
I tried jumping up and down up and down
nightly to rattle one word loose
Just a lonely word a sick child of a word
the one with the least hand strength and the most fierce imagination
but even this word proved thick with endurance
vitality perserverance and clung tightly to his handholds
Any attempt to moisten my palate with the
smooth syrupy texture of a word
was met with bitter reluctance by my parasitic tongue
as if a mountain man were holding a red-hot iron
inches away from my bread hole
There they clung with surpirising tenacity
on the steep cliffs of my inner skull
Some of them proved hungry to be spoken
but the sacred few I managed to twist into an
audible figurine balloon were useless and elastic
Words like **** and **** were flowing like ichorous
from the aperture in the front of my face
They dangled and then I broke free.
Oct 2011 · 750
Already Sick with Fever
david badgerow Oct 2011
it's not the burning alive that's really that bad,
it's that it lasts forever
after a while you get used to the pain
if your heart and your mind work together

it's not the water in your lungs that's really that bad,
if your mind is already sick with fever
cool chlorinated water feels refreshing
and you eventually forget to reach for the drain lever

it's not the bloodletting that's really that bad,
I feel lighter on my feet already
a foggy film shades my eyes
for my final judgement I am dressed and ready.
Oct 2011 · 741
I Wrote You a Sonnet
david badgerow Oct 2011
Alright, *****, here-- I wrote you a sonnet.
Your eyes can see & you can read, what do you mean, 'what's on it?'
Oh that ring there? (cough) That's just the place where I set my whiskey glass down to cool off.
Please let me explain, as I was drowning my pain, I sort of let go of some of my mucus.
Don't sit there upon your high chair and beg & plead 'how could you do this?'
Yes it does smell salty like the sea.
I'm glad you mentioned that, you see
I used my tears to wipe up the blood--yes, that blood there--no, its not my blood.
I swear it's not what you think, it was the pen,
He started spitting up ink.
It's wrinkled, I know, my fists were clenched while writing it.
Oh and this thing here? (cough)
That's just my left thumbnail, I was unconsciously biting it,
it must have fallen off.
Oct 2011 · 554
strange & awful
david badgerow Oct 2011
i am useless.
truth is, i knew this.
truth is, i blew this.

truth is, i'm stupid.

i am a waste.
let me forget how she tastes.
let me wake up in
a strange & awful place.

let me eat paste.

i am neglect.
do not treat me with respect.
just ignore me, perfect.

i am regret
Sep 2011 · 1.1k
An Epiphany
david badgerow Sep 2011
It ended in abrubt victory like a baby being born
But the doctors all looked sick to me, somehow this wasn't the norm

Actually I'm not in a hospital
Not witnessing the miracle of life
I just woke up
and am 48 years old with
the realization that someone's
******* my wife.

There you have it, my love
She sighs, shining white like
a dove discovered dead
On your grandmother's doorstep.
Sep 2011 · 8.4k
Fleshy, Edgy
david badgerow Sep 2011
Last night I
Buried my dreams underground.
Fleshy as a corpse
Edgy like the corners of a time capsule.
Once my cup was sloshing round,
Now it's barely half full.

This morning I
had almost forgotten what had happened
But I heard muffled sounds.
They were still alive.

It made me wonder about
What it takes to suffocate
A dream.
Sep 2011 · 1.4k
all you got
david badgerow Sep 2011
listen up all tube socks
draped lightly over stiff cots
rise to the knee
this is a call to arms.

cleanse yourself of nostril snot
store it in a safe spot
this is for a poor old sot
with whiskey-breath
whimpering forget-me-nots.

drop pure silver into jangling slots
while your veins rot
and your heart and brain begin to clot
ask your neighbor for a quick five-spot

spin the wheel again, sonny
this time, give it all you got

— The End —