Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Nov 2012 JM Romig
Brandon
They line up in droves at the voting booth 
ignorantly choosing between two candidates on the same side of the same fence 
They just use a different lexicon for offense and defense 
we are ******* either way you choose
pull that level 
push that button 
tab that chad 
The popular vote to be ignored by the electoral few and cash lined pockets of politicians
How much longer can we afford to play this game?
A quick grindcore political song.
 Aug 2012 JM Romig
Paul Goring
Gen Y
 Aug 2012 JM Romig
Paul Goring
Paying hapless homage to your gods
to your demi-gods
to your latter day all saints
With your Primark prayer flags
gloriously wrapped about you
You wander through empty streets
empty High Streets
Towards the stained glass sanctity
of your worship place
Your prayer less
Hedonistic
Playground
High on powders
Pills and potions
Drunk on over priced beer
Shot for shot
for shot
Laughing like madmen
Crying like angels
Dancing like tomorrow will never come
Flashing your white teeth
Trainers
and eye *****
at the moon
Howling
for some kind of salvation
for some kind of future
Angry for the promises broken
marriages and hearts too
Finding time to spend time
on doing nothing
Finding energy to enjoy
what could be your last kiss
what might be your first love
And all the while knowing
That someone let you down
good weather
is like
good women-
it doesn't always happen
and when it does
it doesn't
always last.
man is
more stable:
if he's bad
there's more chance
he'll stay that way,
or if he's good
he might hang
on,
but a woman
is changed
by
children
age
diet
conversation
***
the moon
the absence or
presence of sun
or good times.
a woman must be nursed
into subsistence
by love
where a man can become
stronger
by being hated.
I am drinking tonight in Spangler's Bar
and I remember the cows
I once painted in Art class
and they looked good
they looked better than anything
in here. I am drinking in Spangler's Bar
wondering which to love and which
to hate, but the rules are gone:
I love and hate only
myself-
they stand outside me
like an orange dropped from the table
and rolling away; it's what I've got to
decide:
**** myself or
love myself?
which is the treason?
where's the information
coming from?
books...like broken glass:
I wouldn't wipe my *** with 'em
yet, it's getting
darker, see?
(we drink here and speak to
each other and
seem knowing.)
buy the cow with the biggest
****
buy the cow with the biggest
****.
present arms.
the bartender slides me a beer
it runs down the bar
like an Olympic sprinter
and the pair of pliers that is my hand
stops it, lifts it,
golden **** of dull temptation,
I drink and
stand there
the weather bad for cows
but my brush is ready
to stroke up
the green grass straw eye
sadness takes me all over
and I drink the beer straight down
order a shot
fast
to give me the guts and the love to
go
on.
from "poems written before jumping out of an 8 story window" - 1966
 Feb 2012 JM Romig
Marsha Singh
Perhaps not love – at least akin,
this shatterbelt of sheets and limbs.
Our hearts break for the smallest things,

but if we're just two burning bees
in a forest full of cardboard trees,
I wish for drought, dry leaves, a breeze.
 Feb 2012 JM Romig
Carly Two
"Well, you know what happens at the end of the story."

But since you're going one way or the other
it might as well be in a gun fight.
Copyright, C. Heiser 2012
 Oct 2011 JM Romig
amber cash
The world is still.
An eerie calm
shivers down my spine.
Everyone is gone.
Am I alone?
Are there survivors?
I have been searching for months.
Without any sign
 Oct 2011 JM Romig
Brandon
Shhh…
Hushed the librarian
Pushing her glasses
Up onto the bridge of
Her nose
This is a library
Please keep your noise
To a minimum
We have people
Studying
Reading
Writing
Quietly enjoying
Their latest find
Amongst our many rows of
Books and books
And more
Books
We can’t have any
Interruptions
So please keep your voice
Down
And resist the urge
To make any loud
Sound
If you do
Feel the desire to be
Vocal
Or
Loud
Please
Go to the back
Of the library
Where the Classics
Are located
You won’t bother anyone
Back there
No one reads the
Classics
anymore
Next page