"fuckface" poems
Hello
this is a short message
written this Sunday morning
on March the first
the rain keeps coming from the west
non-stop for two days
risk of flooding
government says.
I miss you - had another dream
driving in sunshine.
It's the sun I miss
mostly - and then of course
there is your friendship
to treasure and to hold.
I hope you're having fun
on your quad.
They say four wheels
are better than two
I'm not so sure
how could you
have Zen and the art of
quad biking -
impossible?
I see you have given in
to peer pressure or whatever
and made your modest entry
in the ******** book
I had a quick look.
It looks
OK.
Now I suppose Twitter
and MySpace
where you can compose
even wittier
sayings.
You're a true master
of Wisdom
with a capital W
But it is not that
you struggle to say something
wise
it comes spontaneously
best when blurted out
immediate response
like:
"they throw babies in dumpsters
in your country too, Janet?"
She'd never forgotten it
as it
was such a strange and powerful thing to say
by the way
I googled your name
and you have loads of coverage
mostly under AHEC and Best.
This is just a few short lines
to say you are on my mind
and in my heart
as always
yours
me.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
I would humbly put forth the idea, quite prostrate, that it would do us some good if we were to put aside, for a time, our epistemological certainties and archetypal savior fixations and, instead, opt for a more robust, ocher-hued ontological preeminence: putting the what before the why.
Only then can one, say, sip hot herbal tea from an old pink bone china teacup and, without thinking about all the things all the time, for once -just- feel the sun's warmth on your aged face as it begins its set over a half-eaten cotton candy sky that is epic af and reminds you of Peter Pan and then Robin Williams and then whywhywhy and then something random and weirrrd, and, in doing so, you can watch the lack of shittogetherness, of which duly occupies the very seat of your character like a bully usurper that hits you bc "he loves you," melt into a very (very) temporary oblivion and revel in what is before you without feeling paralyzing angst that is, usually, soo angst-y that you gotta pronounce that **** in German as if you were Schopenhauerly sitting at some non-descript desk in some non-descript room with your hand stroking your truly descript crazygeniusguy hair that is some kind of proto-Wolverine hairdo (and you wonder if Stan Lee was cryptically tipping his cap to S's philosophical pessimism with this peculiar gesture; consider googling it but don't because you've already googled too much sheeyt today), thinking (or brooding) about how much of a ******** Descartes is with his whole, yuhknow, theory about some ******* secret nanoputian angelic chemist that sits at the pearly gates of the Pineal Gland and performs the sacred transduction of the divine ghost, or whatever. Otherwise you are, like, consumed with analysis, which is a complete ******* bore and - let's face it - a thoroughly transparent attempt to sound smarter than you actually are.
This herbal tea I'm currently drinking has "rose hips" in it. Dear botany, that image is fun.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
Crawl to me, darling.
Elbows and knees, hardwood floors.
Sounds of submission.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
I tread in diverse masks
Sheathed by barricades of fear
You shan’t gain answers shall you ask
I tread in diverse masks
Sip of pessimism from a flask
‘Tis the only sound I hear
I tread in diverse masks
Sheathed by barricades of fear
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
How exactly does one find themselves in said situation
you didn't say anything about the situation yet
in description,
indisputably
incredible
incredible?
Not in any sense of tradition
Not in any sense that could bring sparkle and innocence to the surface of a child's eyes
Not in any sense immediately apparent to the unobservant man
*cut to it ********
Clouds run think in the room
and with ink head to toe
and horns
and swazzies
and clantag black across the chest
and yellowed smokers teeth
golden oils burst hot in desperate lungs.
Relief.
Relief is what they name her
as her remnants drift from grateful mouths
as pale white and soulful as snow in reverse.
What's going on then?
They play a game.
They call it twenty five for missed medicine.
They say if the bell breathes smoke
on calls break the weak,
They hackle happily in a giggling choke.
But I could never participate in these things.
Is it a lack of courage, an overabundance of cowardice?
Its a lack of many things:
lacking history
or will
or wisdom
or faith
or a gut cold and steely enough to handle regurgitation
of my own lungs.
Not many do handle.
As is seen,
when a queen splatters palaces
with spigukums
liquid lowered expectations
only now could they take her seriously.
Do you?
I knew that fate from the start
and that's why I depart
to a cold blue board box
Roll, lick, pack, and light
delight
then again;
Who's to say I didn't enjoy it just as much as they did?
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
Now is the time for a long term relationship.
I declare my intentions online
Tazmin comes through. She’s just come out of a ten year relationship.
She could be the one.
Okay, she’s just come out of prison after ten years. Caught the boyfriend cheating on her.
Okay Tazmin, get back to you.
Right, Chantelle has split from her long time lover Rosie. She wants to try something new. But i need to get a *** change.
Don’t know if that’s lesbian humour or not.
Message from Candy. Get a life *******
I just know she’s the one. But i’m not lowering myself to that level just yet.
Tina. ******* hate men.
You don’t know me Tina.
You’re a man, that’s enough.
Any sensible women out there.
Madge, I’m 84 looking for a relationship. My last lover died on the job.
Madge. For fucksakes take up knitting.
Listen up you lot, it’s not my problem you can’t keep your men, or women.
Okay maybe shouldn’t have said that.
You ******** Followed by, I’ll stick they knitting needles where the sun don’t shine. I’ll do another ten years for you. Oh, and. ****** tossing *******
What the hell happened to the gentle ***
This was not how I expected things to turn out.
Let's get back to basics
Any of you lot want to go out tonight and get ****** have unprotected *** I’m paying.
Computer’s going nuts now.
I’m in. You’re the man. Why didn’t you just say that the first time.
******* can I bring a friend.
Happy birthday Paul.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
Put a poem here ********
Even if you don't know what that **** is
(it's a collection of words, organized
and broken into
lines
and stanzas
like this!)
Put a poem here ********
Even if you don't know how to type!
(you take your finger,
assuming you have one
and if not
that's ok
use whatever you prefer,
and press down on one
of those little squares
you know,
the ones with the
letters on em)
Put a poem here ********
Even if you don't know any white man poets,
dead or alive!
(You don't need em,
you could read em
on the account of background
and cultural appreciation,
but you,
you're enough)
Put a poem here ********
Even if you don't think you're good enough!
(You are, ******
and I am the president of poetry saying
it is true,
but ultimately you will,
grow to be your own champion,
maybe not now,
but I can tell you how)
Put a poem here ********
Even if you don't know how to be your own champion!
(You'll become one by
putting a poem here ********
So, put a poem here ********
Go! Go! Go!
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
He made me feel dumb, he made me feel blue, oh god I can't believe I thought you were something new.
Yeah he was a **** but you are too
I asked to hang out, you made it a date, then you stood me up you ********
You built my hopes higher than the twin towers, then decided to bomb them.
You destroyed what could have been, and made me listen to your excuses from someone else
So makeup your mind because I am done with your ********
you have a good taste in girls, I'll give you that. But you don't know how to treat them, and that's a fact.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
The worst part of being
left and half undone
is finding all of the
loose ends and
where was I
torn
(Me, ball of yarn
you, so many knitting
needles shoved in
one scar or another
and each time, indeed,
The inclination to pick up
where you left off pulled me
toward the worst and most
terrifying possibilities, a
nerve hanging by the thinnest
vein but I still yanked at it,
you see I would never
leave a job unfinished
even if the yanking of
the yarn undoes everything
one or the other of us
meant to finish
I've put too many hours
into this, gathering or
scattering, assembling
or finally tearing myself
to shreds
I've lost the meaning
or at the very least
shouldn't building
feel better than
destroying?
O what a hateful trench!
this could be, was for awhile
this life of mine then scattered
like each season, I expect nothing
more and less would be a blessing
I have lost the talent of
renewing myself and
never had the patience
to watch it come upon me
naturally so you see
The twelve year old
left half undone is still
waiting for me
Home. a word, not meant
for that twig of a girl
Sometimes in a quiet rage
I imagine arriving home
disassembled as I am
(again, again, and again)
with my mouth made mute
by the layers of my dread
and so much packing tape-
I laugh to imagine a chorus
of folks intoning the word
Home and in all it's meaning
In the end I want to be
the worst most horrific
delivery ever landing on
your porch, no return address
because I have returned
with no intention of leaving
and even when I tell you to
handle me with care I doubt
you will recognize me
I've spent my life fancying
myself to be the kind of person
who would not ****** someone
like you but here's the problem
******** no matter how well
I put myself together I always
end up back here, the ugly
part of you
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Peps, here listen, hear me out
yeah I know you're all really doing your best
trouble is, your best isn't good enough
You're making us look like Keystone cops
all this haphazard stasis-cating around like drunk Ruskies
staying up late back early morning, obsessive yet incompetent
Yes, persistent is the key
thing is though, you're just too dumb
some of you think eggs grow on trees
after all there are egg plants, so surely eggs come from trees
yes! and we all live in a yellow submarine!
Now listen to me, you plebs
Don't you know what 'Royalty' means
do you think its some wishy washy label from Primark
or some honor you can buy at a Car boot sale
No, you pumpkins, it's not and don't mention 1066
or that opinionated zealous fool, Oliver Cromwell
If you don't know it yet, better know now
our Royal Adversary is Simply The Best
this man is as good as you can get
we are talking Exceptional here
we are talking, top drawer, creme de la creme
we are talking, One of a Kind, the Real Deal, yes!
We are the majority, yes..fat lot of good, that has done
you're all as common as muck, ****** ******** twerps
that's all you are.
yadda yadda this, yadda yadda that we are attacking his psyche
it's psychological warfare, it's mental and emotional assaults
it's your mother's *** you dumdum, the man is laughing at you
Christ! what's with you people, how useless are you!
I know half of you are demented psychos
and the other halves just plain simpletons and sheeps
now the blasted public are beginning to see that,
they are fed up, already!
I tell you now what your ******* problem is
you think we humans are all the same, you think he is on your level
you ***** think he thinks like you, sees like you, reacts like you.
You, yes you, are stupid, does he look stupid to you?
If you say yes, then you're even more stupid than I know
Just be ****** honest with yourselves and face facts
you are just common muck, oiks chewing straws
and the man is Class, quality, top grade, the business
gifted, talented, brave, courageous, exceptional and a ****** 'One of'
The Man is simply ROYAL, that's nobility for you
and say or write any **** you want, that's the ******* TRUTH
Now, get lost and go continue your nonsense
and don't steal anything on you way out, that's all you're good for!
jingoistic trash, time wasters full of dog's crap.
And you men, if one can call you men, with your floppy tiddlers,
put aside your prick-envy complexes and engage your brains.
( What brains, actually? )
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 9:40 AM UTC
**** you and your ******* face Paul,
Cause you must have tripped me to make me fall,
(This hard for you)
**** you and your ******* wife Paul,
Cause you don't know how to tell the truth at all,
(Unless it benefits you)
Who let you out of the cage into the general population?
Someone ****** up somewhere for that to happen,
You don't care about anyone but the reflection that looks back at you,
And I've been waiting patiently for the day you get caught at what you do,
Think you hide so well all the girls you juggle like it's okay,
But you've been dropping ***** all over the place,
And I'll expose you one of these days,
For all the lies you say,
**** you and your ******* face Paul,
Cause you must have tripped me to make me fall,
(This hard for you)
**** you and your ******* mistress Paul,
Cause you don't know how to tell the truth at all,
(Unless it benefits you)
Hey ******** I didn't call you that cause you're good at head,
I named you that cause you can't even do that right in bed,
More O's more with a man I met a few months ago,
Than you who I've been ******* with 2 1/2 years next fall,
You think you're Gods gift to women,
You're not even close in my opinion,
In fact if you call, I'll be busy washing my hair,
For the foreseeable future, so how about we not anymore?
**** you and your ******* face Paul,
Cause you must have tripped me to make me fall,
(This hard for you)
**** you and your ******* side chicks Paul,
Cause you don't know how to tell the truth at all,
(Unless it benefits you)
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
his typewriter is silent
and tombstone;
mine is
nonexistent, and
never was. instead
all i have is this ******* device.
all it effing knows is
silence.
blinking c u r s o r
stares at me,
waiting, whitely, like some
bad god scrubbed good with a new book.
jus thought I'd
let you
know,
********
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in hell)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in damnation)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in gitmo )
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out
Trying to find love
Only getting hurt by ********
Hoping to find a ride or die
Only finding a ********
Climbing mountains
To teach stop the ignorance.
To stop the stigma.
The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in hell)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in damnation)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in gitmo )
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out
Trying to find enlightenment
Only seeing blood drinkers
Hoping to find a meaning in life
Only finding a pile of ****
Being mutt
A freak
What the hell should I do.
The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in the hellfire)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in hades)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in SAN Quentin)
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out
The curse won’t let up, it won’t let me out.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC