"linguini" poems
We catch the sunset
while eating
breakfast: ignoring
mothers, ignoring
landlords, skinning our knees
and skipping supper,
using the kitchen with some
improvisation, forgetting to stir
the pasta, blotting bacon
with coffee filters,
flinging linguini on the walls
and the ceilings (for
if cooked it will cling
but if raw it will fall).
“Is that pasta on the wall?”
“Is it purple?”
Outside a boy
in a dress shirt and a girl in
a paisley skirt walked past
the window, holding hands
and clutching palm
Sunday leaves.
Then the strand of linguini
began to detach itself from
the ceiling, like a break dancer,
with flimsy limbs,
and when it dropped
it fell through the air
like an Olympic
diver, twirling and curling
with two ends clung
to one another
and then unfolding
underwater.
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 1:01 AM UTC
Who the Hell wants to
Go off to Heaven?
Think about it please:
If you had to spend
All eternity
With “goody two shoes”,
And “zipped up virgins”,
And “pious *******
Always putting on
Thick sweaters of wool
Cause there ain’t no heat,
Playing “Yahtzee” and
“Old Maid” and “Go Fish”
And “Bingo” and “Red
Rover Red Rover”
Send the next bore on
Over! You’d pray and,
Oh my dear, you‘d wish
To come down to Hell
Where the party’s at!
By the time Heaven
Starts serving soda
Water and broccoli
Oh my dear you’ll crave:
***** Linguini
A full Trough of Sloth
A Southern Wrath Wrap
Greed’s mead, Peppered Pride
Glutton’s Mutton and
Sweet Envy’s Smoothie.
Can you live with just
Holding their cold hand?
Sitting on some cloud,
Gazing and never
Feeling or touching?
Never burning, nor
Experimenting?
This is blunt, but think,
This is where all the
Interesting folks
Go! Laughter? Its here!
Debauchery? Here!
Creativity!
Ingenuity!
We are what made life,
LIFE! Think about it!
Has obedience,
Has docility,
Has simplicity,
Has submission changed
This world? This universe?
A wise man, once said
“If heaven is where,
“Nice” folks like you go,
Then its surely hell
That I’d rather know”
Here is the freedom!
Here are the cool kids!
Why starve in the light,
When in the dark there’s
Every delight and
Every single thing
Enjoyed throughout life?
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
Itty bitty teeny ******
Delicious and soft linguini
And you know I just hafta
Eat some of that pasta
Yep, one of the things in life that's good
Is eating a lot of yummy, yummy Italian food.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
Hi Dad,
I don’t know if you can read Facebook posts in heaven. I hope you can. Or can feel this on a spiritual level or something like that. It’s your birthday tomorrow. You are or would be 60. I’m not sure how it works once you’ve passed on. I love you. I know I didn’t say it enough. But I love you so much. And I miss you. Happy birthday. I want to call and leave a voicemail singing to you. Or you pick up and I sing to you. I hope you’re eating something awesome in heaven to celebrate. Like our favorite linguini with clam sauce, or some spicy wings or a juicy cheeseburger, perhaps some authentic Chicago Giordano’s deep dish pizza. I miss you a lot. I miss your dad jokes. I miss when I was little and you would comfort me. I miss when I was sick at school and you would come pick me up and we would walk somewhere and get really good snacks and Twix ice cream bars and go to the park because I wasn’t really sick....I just knew you were off and I wanted to spend time with you. I took everything for granted and I’m so sorry. Happy birthday. If you knew my father you know he was the funniest man in the whole room and his laugh, just like mine, was so contagious. His smile, it lit a place up. I hope you are proud of me. I am trying really hard to be better than I have been. I hope you visit me in my dreams. I hope you’re celebrating. I just hope you don’t feel pain. I love you. Happy birthday dad.
-“Face”
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC
My powers halved,
I am laid by four walls -
orthogonal gods linguini
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
at this moment in the night, only two things
seem to parallel as being equally beautiful -
a. roxette's watercolours in the rain,
and b. me, drunk,
making a dish for a lover i wished was here -
linguini: 2x tp chilli pesto, 1x tp philadelphia
herb cream cheese,
2x tp crème fraîche - (teaspoon)
half a tomato diced finely -
and fresh basil: to taste...
yep: watercolours in the rain...
did i tell you hate my neighbour?
the neighbour next to me calls him a lard ****
he impregnated a woman in her late 40s...
what's not to expect if not to expect
a down synrdrom surprise?
re-ah-li-ty;
what? i thought you cared for cultural darwinism?
nature would call it what it is...
it wouldn't pamper the reality with some
marxism:
put a horses' girdle on the ******
and let him plough the field!
that's what marxism would say...
evidently cultural dariwnism goes
outside of it's competence in interpreting nature...
such scenarios are like: uh? uh? uh uh?
what now?!
i'd be petting a dozen hyenas
right about now...
oh but you're so delicate!
oh! i broke a nail!
i can't believe people have to pay for other peoples'
****** incompetence...
incompetent ********
all the knowledge they received, and still! they
transgress the knowledge given!
i can't believe they fool others to feel guilty
for starters for their incompetence,
and for dessert: make them work on their
"art works".
you ever see a ******
parade his genitals in public? ever see that sort of scene?
you wanna see it?
**** it: unto moloch!
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
A diet of cigs
And tea
Keeps me thin
To my knees
I don't fear
A growing belly
Taking over with
Its jelly
And don't feel the need
To dive
Face first
Into fat linguini
My heart
May not fully approve
And my lungs
May look like prunes
But hey!
I'm witty
Fast like a whip
And skinny.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC