"jerkoff" poems
Someone stole the last piece of my turkey sandwich.
I bet the ************ put some pepper on it.
I hope it was pepper from that
***** *** pepper-shaker that is no longer see-through.
That ******* left me with one poker-chip pickle slice and
Those pieces of potato chips that you
Have to spear with a fingertip to eat.
That son-of-a-bitch!
I am sure he put mustard on that last piece of turkey sandwich;
In that delicate delicatessen squiggly pattern that is all in the wrist.
-And, speaking of wrist, that ******* forged my signature perfectly.
He even put another Lone Star bottle on my tab then
Neatly arranged the bottle caps next to four toothpicks.
*That suave ************
To honor him, when I get home
I am going to smoke his ****
**** his girlfriend and take his ****
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
This will be the best poem
I will ever write.
Who's to say if it will be my last, but one thing it is not is a first attempt at finding the right words to convey to you.
And finding the right words
has never been a challenge for me,
but ********* if you aren't giving me a run for my money presently, insufferable me with bleeding
tongue resentfully.
I say that word with an intrepid disposition, because I do not resent the person, but the action: The act of unwarranted silence.
I'd like to think you have a limpid conscience of the beautiful woman you are, at peace with yourself, when at the present time you are consumed with future maybes and counting seconds. So maybe adding myself to your equation was selfish, and brought complications when thinking about anything linear, considering all of the variables.
There was only intention to
rhapsodize the zealot I met on a mutual wavelength, a double helix we all share that some of us forget about, yet here is the reversion, the Neanderthal, the ******* who grew a beard to expose himself, looking at this whole experience all wrong.
Instead, there is Royal Purple Prose to look as extravagant as you are stunning.
Now all that's left is cognitive dissonance to later become
addictive retribution.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
but always with the pieces.
Piles of information
from conversations dating back
to the spring of '91.
Pieces;
like they're a thought that stands alone.
Pieces;
it suggests that everything will be pieced back
together.
Pieces;
this is how I remember it now.
My records are
Highlights and underlines
and low lights.
Sometimes no lights.
Everything in shorthand, the shortest hand
shorter than a flea circus stands above the ground.
I have kept a professional record of every conversation
and I have been the opposite of professional.
An Anti-professional.
The original Anti-thought.
Anti-Anti-Anxiety.Anti-Matter Inflamatory.
The Anti-Gravity Example.
Unable to keep the track from bending.
And always derailed by these unneeded poetics,
dressing up the few and far
spaces as ghosts between worlds,
or something mundane as impossibly important.
I'm losing track of time, shoving metaphors in envelopes
I'm some ******* who thinks art is everywhere
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC
Tasting shadow and ash,
I crumble again.
The futility of it all is crushing.
The weight of centuries
grinds my bones to dust
as you stare out your window
at a thick dead sky.
Why aren't you here?
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
Okay baby boomers we need to have a discussion
First of all the cold war is over, no need to fear the Russians
Second off we're in completely different times
You can't judge us by what you went through, as I'll attempt to put through these lines.
Let's start with dating, the worst you had to fear then was getting rejected
Now we have to worry about getting humiliated for giving somebody attention
Now on to politics, just because you don't agree with someone doesn't mean what you disagree with is of the devil you might win some but to most you lost one, in fact more than one election I'm sure
People are sick of being in the fifties, we've had enough denial to endure.
On to our lifestyles, you may have had the most babies but we allowed the most love,
The last time I checked that was the greatest commandment from up above
Speaking of religion, I'm Christian, but I won't go Out of my way to give someone crap for being lesbian, Bi, Trans or gay.
What will you look like, being an judgemental ******* on judgement day
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC