"bulgy" poems
A sweaty toothed madman, looks into my eyes-
With hunger, power, pride, and thirst,
insolence and disguise.
The sweaty toothed madman, begins to bite my nails,
With bloated bulgy human nature,
Expecting a recurrence.
A mighty mixture of anger, base and immobile,
The ring of magic, a realm of life,
Churns the paste of light.
Not so much on a wintry night, I expect so much more,
The sweaty toothed madman, wears a coat of holes.
He looks upon an eternity, the landscape of all parodies,
For I couldn't sing a melody to feather a community.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
No one can accept the person outside
Too much, little said
Pretty and plastic is what I should be
Yet I fall under the opposite
Ugly
Flimsy and bulgy imperfection always
Teach me to be like the others
Nothing but perfect or so they seem
Flawless, beautiful
Thin
Much leaves my mouth
Little enters
Pounds drop, bones brittle
Blood stops, yet it pours
Seeps
I'll fade away till you cant see
The ugly that lies
The blood flows free
Before I am too old
I'll die
Young
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 2:12 PM UTC
It's just a memory,
my bulgy belly,
my fleshy, succulent legs
and all that you have written on my body,
while on the shower.
All of it its ecstasy.
Its last night being caressed by your torn hands.
You are only a mean to justify many of my purposes.
A remembering, a feeling,
a moaning, a shout, a writing.
I can forget you only after 3 nights without sleep,
and when the letters begin to fade.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
Biggs
was a small kid
had wing nut ears
and bulgy eyes.
We played games
of football cards
against the wall
of the junior school
playground
in morning break.
Usually I won
but I liked him
so let him
win games
so I could see
his smile
which would spread
from ear to ear.
One morning
Cogan came over
and took
Biggs's cards
from the ground
and held them
against his shirt.
You want em Biggs
you come get em
Cogan said.
Biggs's ear went red
and his eyes
bulged more.
Let him have
his cards back
I said.
What's it to you?
shudup
or I'll take yours
as well
he said.
I picked up
my cards
and said
is that your face
or are you breaking in
for a friend?
You talkin to me?
Cogan said.
I stuffed my cards
in the back pocket
of my trousers.
If you heard
what I said
why ask?
I said.
Cogan looked
past me at Biggs.
If you want
your cards
come get em
he said.
Biggs headbutted
Cogan's gut
and the cards flew
in the air.
There was a rumble
of bodies and fists
and legs.
I picked up
Biggs's cards
and held them
again my chest
and stared.
A teacher came
and broke them up
and took them inside
to see the head.
I pocketed
Biggs's cards
and walked ahead.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
her body the bones of the earth
with a heart like an oozing slit
a goblin infusoria blur
smatter cautioning lips
on a golden head
and radiate a tumbling ludicrous halo
for a saintly gutted fish still making caviar
to feed blind kittens
a curdled soul warps the mind
the moon hiccups
a sky-rocket
and her kisses seal a destiny
with a trickle wetted mouth
and bulgy ****** exultation of love
like bellowing lungs
flesh falls
spirit flies
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
Automatic translation of
An automatic rifle
Goes ratatatatak attack
The field is clear
The ghosts of souls still near
We are A-OK in this situation with this
AK-47
Peace is dragged in the dirt
Rope around her black stifle
**** around her black skirt
A soldier offers her some water
Her struggles refuse to whimper.
A stout blond-haired chieftain
Watches from afar. Red stains
Of pain and blood subdue her
She will collapse within the hour
All she hears is the rattle of the
Blond snake talking to her
Automatic translation of
The automatic rifle
Going ratatatatak attack
Someone attempts to translate
The anger of a Glock:
“It’s just around that block
That you will fall, Peace
Sentenced by the death clock
Mounted on the automatic rifle
But you’ll be A-OK in this situation we have the
AK-47”
Trump(ets) of shame echo around the devastated field
They told the blond chieftain he’ll be lead in track and field
In college. They showed him naked models in lingerie adds
They still show up on his LCD screen in apps
They told him he could buy a revolver for a couple of quarters
So he said “no quarters, please take this batch of Grants”
You are A-OK in this situation with this
AK-47
Automatic translation of
The automatic rifle
Went ratatatatak shot in the back
In between his hatred-filled decaying teeth
The chieftain was staring when she fell, without an ounce of grief
Rubbed in reassurance his bulgy AK-47 for relief
He then came… to the conclusion:
“REST IN PIECES, PEACE”
October 3, 2017
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
"AHHHHH...IS IT...YER SELF THAT'S...IN IT?
Here I am
thin
now fat then
thin again.
Here the hair
short now long
then long in the
long long ago.
The same features
scattered across time
sticky-out ears...bulgy eyes...curly hair
only the eyes change
( and remain the same ).
Still the sad shy smile
flickers across the ages.
Here, I am
almost handsome
her I am
my usual not.
Always the same laugh.
The photographs play with me
change and amend me
shuffle me through years
tears...different me's
me's I never knew
I'd be.
I smile my by now
characteristic smile
laugh my laugh
that is my own
and no others.
I've feeling that
the photographs
haven't yet
finished with me
that there will be
lots more me
to come.
I close the album.
Put myself back
on the shelf.
Get on with the
business of being
my self.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
up on a tree top
high in the sky
lives a bright little creature
with big bulgy eyes
coming down once a week
gathering food for it's nest
It makes sure to be quiet
for there's enemies ahead
looking every direction
that the way, it be clear
he runs to the woods to get the food that's so dear
making sure to step lightly
no sound to be made
when he gets to his spot
gathers all that he can
of a sudden, a sound
sees red eyes coming nigh
runs as fast as he can
to his home up the tree
the beast almost caught him
he's right to his feet
so before the beast grabs him
he gets to his tree
makes a leap to the top branch
then into his home
another day done
food, work and play
tis the life of said creature
for good or for nay
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
I will Miss rejoices tiny voice echoing through the hall at Night
I will miss Lynda's Lean Zero fat body and Bulgy Cute eyes
Sharons BumBum bubbling Like Frost bubbles
i will miss;
Victoria's Bright Crystal eyes sparkling like polished Carbon.
I will miss my buddy, Duru our late-night sessions.
Rasaq attempting to toast all my girlfriends( Now you have 2)
I will miss Peter's Eerie Quietness
I know am always crazy and sometimes very quiet.
My *** belly preaches the gospel of my Diet.
Yet our night memories I will never digest
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC