"mccall" poems
McCall! while I was searching for a cat
in a kenyan's zoo,
something made noise like a rat
not knowing it was you.
I wanted to name you into class
of higher mammal,
but seeing you eating grass
is an assurance that you are a wild animal.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
What's in a god **** day?
Ten days ago, I was in the
backseat of
a 2008 Chrysler Minivan.
One hundred days ago,
I was stumbling and
climbing in
Burlington,
reborn.
What's in a god **** day?
What's in a god **** day?
Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, I was trapped,
homeless and loveless,
in a private, Stepford-studded
sort of way.
What's in a god **** day?
You tell me--
but I've learned that while my streets may change,
the concrete is always the same.
One thousand days ago,
I passed the baton to Richie Sullivan,
thus turning my wild,
private reality
on its dainty little head.
Five thousand days ago, I learned that
Gregory was going to New Zealand
for three hundred and sixty-five days,
give or take a few. But
what's in a god **** day?
What's in a god **** day?
Yesterday I spoke with Janina,
today I did the same,
and tomorrow I will speak with her as well.
Yesterday I did not speak with Conor McCall
or Brian Gagnon
or Julia Ginsburg
though I knew them all once.
I will not speak with them today,
or tomorrow, either.
What's in a god **** day?
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
I'll keep this brief
Davina McCall Presents comic relief
but evades tax like a ******* thief
I've got endless wit
you two faced hypocrite
you make me sick
My friend said it's stupid to care
oh well ignorance is bliss
reading this story in the paper
made me ******
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC