"oopsie" poems
Lucifer just said I'm two-faced;
But the reality is I wear many faces
Each one a mask
Picking a bouquet of oopsie-daises
Unabashedly lashing out at you
I eviscerate; wielding a scalpel
Then I pounce; scalped him,
Pelt dangling from my ***** pack
**Went Kerouac on ***** ***
Surprise, surprise
Palpable attack
Thumbing tacks into your eyes
Lame as a bad sitcom
Band-wagon careening off the laugh-track
Everybody loves disarray
**** Vamoose!
Underlying interloper
Feel the allusion in high resolution;
Little tike on the *****
Anne frankly I'm that Führer fomenting furor
Have you lost your marbles?
Inaudibly garbling warbled garbage
Mauled to death
**I **** narwhals**
Convoluted revolution
I revel in it
Elusive illusion
Testify, I bring the excellence in electrocution
I'm the executioner
Putting the fun in funeral
Like a neurotic necrotizing narcotic
A lobotomy to the temporal
I dreamt the demented torment of descent
Cascading like a torrential waterfall
Ghoulish delight
Primeval upheavaler
With hopes to elope, many fold
Mic bold, but I suspect she's hitting the slopes;
Ice cold
Evoking emotion but a hopeless show
marionette in a stranglehold
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
Oopsie daisy
I get a little clumsy
when it comes to love
it gets a little crazy
I slip and trip
I flip and stall
I blunder the kiss
and stutter and all
but if all you ever
utter is this
“I love YOU”
just hold me please
…before I fall
Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 4:19 PM UTC
Take me out
onto the roller rink,
where, under the neon disco ball, everything turns
pink and hazy
Make me out
to be your in-line princess,
your ribbon-bred baby
Spin me 'round and 'round
drivin' me crazy crazy crazy
Bring me to my knees
sorry, you whispered to me
"oopsie-daisy"
Drop me to the floor
my crustacean legs
fold crooked underneath me like a crab
i skip back onto the tips of my toes
i cover up quick like a lady
Still, I wait patiently for more
Still, spinning under these hazy neon lights
looking for someone new again,
looking for somewhere else to score.
Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 11:18 PM UTC
/ there's a difference
between sycophancy
and, being:
endearing...
like there's a difference
between
what psychiatrists
fear - empathy
and what the generic
(yes, that's a collectivist
term for society)
crave, in the form of sympathy...
why why, oh my...
words actually do possess
the fathomability of squares
and other forms
of ad abstractum;
so... can you make
my sudden surprise: generic?!
ginger ninja, ******* son of
a skivvying mom (um?)
'ere we go! 'ere we go!
rhyme and rhythm -
now watch me perform
a... mahler!
enough rhyme to encompass
a rhythm for you?
- ginger ninja... **** me:
good that i didn't think it up,
but merely passed it on.
(that seriously implies the genesis
of the concept of a paragraph,
in english,
utilißing the hyphen...
i'm foreign:
english isn't exactly to become
a serious concept...
i fiddle with it without playing
a violin...
i toy with it...
the mortus operandi
of the memoria of my great grandfather
(on my mother's side)
was that i was supposed to play
the piano...
sure as **** i'm playing one now...
but all my notes
are "surd"-encodings...
inorganic now...
organic later...
ha ha! that ******* i're celtic
ginger ninja! ha ha!
it's a love: that transcends
domesticatic a woman;
because there's an alternative
to keeping one?
really?!
mmm... just the thought of an alternative:
one word clue...
yummy:
mixed-race *******
jay-jay- jay-may-can oopsie far-vour
(that's québécois
for vow-oh-r
voo...
trump pursed lips...
far- -voo- -voolevie-
voo-va-voom...
and no... it's not a... favour...)
come to think of it,
i prefer organic canvases
of implementation,
since: no poet actually
convened to surprise the, "idea":
which was already a priori in
an ontological canvas;
this? this is just a posteriori!
am i the first person to actually
paint onto a psyche rather than
a blank canvas of wool?
what a ******* piss-head that i am
infuriating such ideas without
any actual implementation strategies!
/
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
i was under the impression that i needed you.
my mistake.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC