"laccetti" poems
ANAL-RETENTIVE
(Pea-Brains & Fecal-Matters)
There’s obvious precautions
For a ditsy-twerk’s ‘bottoming’
Cleanliness is the foremost-thing
Fore & aft, as a sailor might put-it
Don’t put that ****** away, just yet
When the Fleets in & the play’s the
thing, be smart & cautionary & clean
May end-up with a nasty sphincter
Where anyone would rather-not like
to sit upon, either, ever, & never
An oz. of precaution is worth a lb.
of cure & the cure might-be a worst
disaster than ever it’s antidote
— Ray Laccetti
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
MAMA
I awoke this mornin’
calling for Mama,
then I started to cry
I try to be strong
to face tomorrow’s
sorrows that are get-
ing hard to consume
No one can hurt you
in that place out-there,
If only I can make
it soon
To annihilate life’s
ever-present gloom
My troubles be
another bad dream
& my depression all
but consumed
— Ray Laccetti
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
FOSSILS
We’ll all be fossils soon.
Maybe before another new-
moon.
Before too-long & very-soon.
Surely at our approaching
doom.
We’ll leave narrow-rooms.
To enter even narrower-
tombs.
Eternal dark & quiet await.
It’s a dalliance that we just
can’t shake nor even can fake.
At all those weepy-wakes.
— Ray Laccetti
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
I think over my time
& I realize that I’m
on the borderline.
Time is fleeting
& we’re creeping
toward oblivion.
We’ll soon kick
the bucket.
So say to yourself,
screw-it.
Can’t win for losin’!
— Ray Laccetti
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
ICE-CREAM CASTLES
I often hear folks declare: “We all have to die, my dear.”
I respond: “I know that! But answer me this, if so, why?
Why were we born to start with & why do we get gray-hair?”
Religious gobbledygook is tossed back at me & mumbo-jumbo
out of a delusional-book. It’s a revelation to many that faith
can be stretched just so far, before reality snaps it back.
Painful as it maybe, we believe in nonsense without-foundation,
to avoid or to best life’s many disappointments. We’ve come
to believe there’s a place somewhere we go to, in that ‘great somewhere out-there.’ A place where we’ll all meet again. Nice idea, but totally without merit. There is no great ‘plantation’ in the sky. Hide under your blanket & try not to give into things too deep for us to comprehend. “Eat, drink, & be merry for tomorrow we’ll meet our eventual demise.” — Ray Laccetti
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 8:00 AM UTC
DA FASTA, DA BETTA
When the people we’ve put in place to
uphold our laws
Are the first people to ‘buck’ them
We’re in heap-big-trouble, kemosabe
No doubt about that f**k-u story
All we get are the shrieks emanating
from an oval-office
From the ‘beached-whale’ that’s parked
there, barking orders
Fumigation is the answer; plenty of us
who’ll do it, pro-bono
It won’t be a rash-disaster, the faster,
the answer
Don’t throw-in-the-towel,
but “GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL”
If we fail in removing this coffin-nail
— Ray Laccetti
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC