"humpers" poems
I want my points
of entry into
states of wanton wide release grace to be
more graceful.
I want enough to
remember what's inside
the room to be able to resist the urge to claw,
drunkenly at the door frame or
**** the door **** because I am so far
gone from grace that this makes sense.
There's so much talk of a wealth divide.
Rich getting richer but what of the trickiest
shitfest yet? How only grace begets
grace and doorknob ******* makes ******** doorknob
babies,
who'll likely be humpers too.
Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 6:54 AM UTC
**I read an ad recently
‘Get your Valentine’s day hampers while they last, order in advance lest you be disappointed’
But what I really read was…
'Get your Valentine’s day humpers while they last, order in advance lest you be disappointed’
Because I’m a clown like that
I make light of this day ‘Valentine’s’
The fourteenth day of the second month of every year
That makes everyone realize how attached or alone they are… really, I find that the most stupid fear...
Is the fear of not being paired up… yet
I say ‘yet’ because it’s going to happen sooner or later, more than once
Like it has happened before
But oh, you want to sulk and sob in your depressingly darkish room… behind the self made prison that is your closed door
Because you just want to wallow in self pity… because you're so low
Forever alone
Call me a *****
And a realistic one at that I like to think
But I find this entire obligation to have someone on this day quite unnecessary… which makes me kind of curious
As to who is really authentically ‘in’ love
And who is apparently “in love” for convenience reasons
These self made prisons
I joke through this day… with female friends, my true Valentines
No charades, no pretentious antics
Just funny nonsense with the coolest, realest fun chicks
To all those that have their better halves… well "power to you"
Way to go, we’re happy for you
You probably enjoy the most out of this day ‘Valentine’
I didn't mean to sound conceited… for we are all allowed to court
To be arrested by passion, maybe I’ll get past these ‘flings’ and also have my day in court…
Yeah, maybe someday I will have mine
Again.**
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
fuzzy-eyed humpers
baby-headed jumpers
I don't need you going
out on a ledge
flipping your lids
life on the skids
because of those things
that you did
that one time in Redondo
or was it Hollywood/Skid Row or
that other time in SoHo
flouncing from one news spread
to the next
has-been cloud-head
holed up in a windowless basement
tea shades on sprawled out on the unmade bed
of some formerly artsy tenement
tacked up jazz poster of the
suicided former resident
a good friend of someone
we'd all met
at Jack's or Jerry's
or Phil's or Joe's
or Fred's
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 6:29 AM UTC