"fuckee" poems
I have long sought quiet.
And please, let me be clear: quiet.
Not the quietus Hamlet desired,
No “consummation devoutly to be wished” for me.
No, with or without a bare bayonet,
UNBEINGNESS is hardly what I seek.
It is not the predicament of death,
But the quiet spectacle of the grave I envy.
Originally a city mouse,
I am familiar with the urban soundscape.
I know city noise, amped up in decibels.
Noise-induced stress, shrill and enervating,
Add to the mix a working-class neighborhood,
Where someone is always hammering,
Using a power tool of some kind,
Repairing, improving an older, somewhat decrepit home;
But a steal as the realtors say.
Or vehicles, like Old Havana relics,
Held together by secular prayer,
And thriving underground Cuban capitalism.
Then just for fun: *"Let’s send the son of a ***** to war."*
Tympanic membranes be wary and be ******
Stretched and perforated,
Compressed and torn,
Shredded like wheat.
Pummeled by shock wave.
I was Lear wandering the heath,
Your ass-cheeks cracked:
*“Cataracts and hurricanes . . .
Oak-cleaving thunderbolts . . .
Sulphurour and thought-executing fires . . .
Singe my white head!”*
Cue Cabaret music (Cabaret (1972) - IMDb www.imdb.com/title/tt0068327): “Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome . . . to Indochine,”
First a Weimar-Saigon suckee-fuckee,
Then out to *The ****
Mind-numbing concussion,
Reek of jellied gasoline,
Charred meat,
Assorted red entrails,
Obliteration of thought complete.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
Do you think me a fool?
Have I given you reason to think I drool
Upon my own ignorance as some lowly
Uneducated boy? Let me speak to you slowly;
I know how hard it is for you to comprehend
Spoken lines and get said words to transcend
Further past your own self reputations.
So from now on I will speak in simple communications:
I know of your affair
With him, the ****** the one who shares lust's glare
With you, the fuckee, the one who gives a tease
And tantalizes to alleys where you sit on knees
Then lick his **** to sip its corrupt happiness.
You enjoy it don't you, this ravenous
Savagery? I do not blame you, fuckee,
A ***** thinks nothing better of herself besides good *****
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC