"overshot" poems
I am sorry for ruining all vaginas for you
I hope you can recover eventually
She said
I hate to burst your **** bubble
But I’ve slid some lies between your thighs
When howling at your moon wasn’t so much praise
As it was longing for a change of ***** scenery
People change?
How I feel right now
is like when one time I was sick
And my parents recorded a show I watched
so I could watch it later
And at the end of the show
there was a number for a contest to go to space camp
I called that number
It was disconnected
I always find out the important stuff
A little late
I cried that day
I just wanted to go to space camp
And I just wanted someone to love me like a black hole
A warm black hole to put all my love into
**** me in and fix me like there’s no turning back
I mean in the darkness of space
They all look the same
All yank at you turbulent and fiery head rush passion
I mean we all love the same
So I am sorry I overshot your Venus
To crash land in Uranus
A semi-purposeful curious passion
You coulda yelled ****
We felt like ****
When we walked away
Parts of me have always been missing
And I tried to fill the gaps with you
Problem is when you might be gay and are fighting it
Your closet is a ******
Not your fault your beard looked funny on my ****
You can’t wear a person like an accessory
I can’t slap her like masculinity till I feel straight again
Some things aren’t right
I’m not right
And you are so messed up now
Because you have this superpower to turn men gay
You can’t turn men gay
You can only remind them of the pain that lies
In lying to themselves when they know
None of this feels right
None of it will
Dear former lover
Former black hole body
Former holder of my confusion
And filler of my empty spots
I ****** up by ******* you
I ****** up
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC
*Just the other morning I watched a blackbird.
It flitted through the unexpected sunshine,
Drawn, as they are, to the feeder in my garden.
This one, though, overshot its path.
It was flying so fast,
It didn't see the glass.
Death was instantaneous.
This morning I saw death of another kind.
Ethereal, yet just as unexpected.
"Maybe I got complacent, maybe I didn't think."
And the centre of my body is flickering.
I didn't expect to find flaw,
I couldn't have seen the fall.
Death comes slowly
and now it's down to you.
*
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 8:36 AM UTC
We were in this small cafe on our morning
tea break
Me and some of my work colleagues
Someone inquired after my wellbeing
How I was
I motioned with my hand as if to say 'So, so"
Then I said
"I'm still a bit shaky"
'Why", they said, "what happened to you ?"
I answered "I was in a car crash last night"
"What!!!", they all said really concerned, "you shouldn't have come to work today, you should have stayed at home... you might be in
shock!"
Then I said 'It was only a dream'. I went on "Yea, I dreamt I was in a car
crash
I was driving down this terrible winding
mountain road
Like something you'd get over in Italy
It was like a spiral staircase, going round and
round
All these terrible bends
And the car it's getting faster and I know I'm
starting to lose control
So for a moment I look down trying to figure
out the controls
But suddenly when I look up again we've
overshot a Bend
And We're heading straight into a wall
It's like everything goes into slow motion
You know there's no avoiding it
You can only brace yourself for the impact
And then BAM!! POW**!!! .....
And then I can't remember what happened
after that.
Maybe I became unconscious"....then looking
at them all around the table I said
"Maybe I'm still unconscious, maybe I'm just dreaming you guys sitting here
right now
Maybe the dreamworld is the real world
And the real world but a dream...(tapping my finger on the table) a solid dream"
Then I took a sip of my coffee and said
"One thing...the coffee tastes nicer over on
this side".
May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 4:35 PM UTC
My grandma gave me a jingle,
as she liked to say,
and asked if I would like to go shopping with her tomorrow.
She knew I would accept her invitation,
as I've never turned her away before,
so I am sure she was counting on an all day road trip
in her purple minivan.
The next morning,
I sat on my front porch,
hands in pocket,
as I waited not so patiently for her to arrive.
My feet tapped the cracked cement
as I watched the red ants
scurry around my shoes.
I tried as hard as I could not to squish any.
With every car that happened to turn onto my road,
I lifted my head up,
expecting it to be her.
First a silver car,
then a gold truck.
After that, a blue van.
Where was the purple minivan
with the fire helmet on the tip of the antenna?
Five minutes turned to twenty,
twenty minutes turned to forty five,
forty five minutes turned into two hours.
Still no crunch of the gravel.
Should I give her a call?
I could have used one of the Lifesaver mints
she had in her purse,
in her pockets,
on the floor of her purple minivan.
Mints calmed the nerves and stimulated the brain,
she always told me.
She would say that
with her slow and patient smile
as she unwrapped another mint.
Just as I began to really worry,
my grandpa gave me a jingle
and told me that grandma overshot my house,
accidentally taking her purple minivan
all the way up into the sky
so she could shop with the angels today.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Five years ago I died.
I don't know if I revived.
**** thirteen really was hard,
But it was the best played card.
Seems like every day in the past
Still continues, overlaps, and lasts.
I don't know if I'm living in the future,
Or staying behind like an immobile creature.
I don't know what happened.
I don't know what's happening.
People just come and people just go,
'Cause relative to arrival, departure is slow.
You want to see the reality of me?
Good luck finding it, if it may be.
I died five years ago.
Nobody noticed.
My mom said she loves me.
My father did, too.
I think I believed her more than him.
I think he only cares about himself.
That's were I got my **** from.
I can't say I'm better than that.
It's all I was taught.
And now it's hard to get rid of it.
I'm pretty gone, now.
Trying to get rid of some things erased me.
It was an overshot,
But it was a shot.
I say **** a lot of things.
A lot people say **** me.
But I'm not them.
They're not me.
What does it mean to be lost?
I might be, even though I thought I found my way.
I thought I stood up,
To get off the ground.
I think it was *****
That must've been it.
But I think I just crawled into a chair.
I'm a pretty lazy guy.
From a couple feet higher,
I can see where to go.
But without my feet carrying me,
I can't go anywhere.
And though I know a lot of things,
Getting all the way isn't one of them.
I think I died one day.
It may have been five years ago.
I've met the same person eight million times.
She didn't exist.
I did a lot for her.
She was inside my head.
I did a lot for me.
'Cause I'm not quite selfless.
But I could be.
Could I be?
I don't know.
I don't know a lot of things.
It makes me unsure.
It makes me unsafe.
One day that will **** me.
If I'm still alive.
But I think I died one day.
It was maybe two years ago.
Five years ago, I wanted to die.
But only two years ago, my heart stopped beating.
It was all a process.
It was a matter of time.
'Cause no death is instantaneous,
But it happens in a single instant.
I think I still exist.
If not, there'd be no head for this to be in.
It's not all just inside my head.
That's one thing I'm sure of.
But not completely sure.
Only a little bit.
She left two years ago.
She's not here anymore.
I made a new her two years ago.
She's inside my head.
She left two years ago.
I met her seven million nine hundred ninety nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine times after.
But only for an instant each time.
Then she would always turn into another person.
I got used to the phrase.
"Sorry, I thought you were someone else."
I wished she'd come back.
But not anymore.
I died two years ago.
She'd be wasting her time here.
But maybe she wouldn't be.
She wouldn't come for me after all.
She would come for other people.
To see people that surely still exist.
Why waste time on the dead?
Better to waste time on the living.
I might not be either of them,
Since I might not exist anymore.
Or I might.
I might still be a few songs, some words on a page, and some marijuana smoke.
I don't know a lot of things.
So I can't be sure of anything.
I started dying five years ago and might have finished two.
I don't know if revived, if I ever made through.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
You are all pigs
Well what does that make you?
Sweetheart, I'm no stranger
To drinking too much
And wasting my potential
You are no stranger
To having overshot your potential
And being an over-serious, pretentious *****
No, you are just some dumb kid
High on your impotent,
Pseudo-self-righteous rage
Yeah, and you're just some *****
Too afraid of the clinking
Of your own die
No, I'm just under appreciated
I'm a ******* visionary
Your head melts obviously
Gasoline ruining this perfect puddle
With dumb *** ******** rainbows
I wish you wouldn't swear
I wish this world worked right
And I really wish
We weren't all
Just a bunch of filthy pigs
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
Rim shoot
Overshot on the
Carousel of time
802,702 A.B.C.
Time Safari Inc.
Jumping multiverses
Check. And check.
Could’t happen here…
President Deutscher?
We've stepped off the path
Time to jump back on and
Reclaim our future
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
I watched a show by Richard Dawkins,
(I love my atheistic squawkin's)
and he observed how we've improved
the more religion's been removed.
Now, there's no greater fan than me
of love and peace and harmony
but soon these thoughts will just seem trippy
like skinheads listening to a hippy,
'cause he got old and he forgot
the little fact we overshot
and he forgot that life grows cheap
at times the clover isn't deep.
Such harmony will never do
with ten to feed and food for two
and bigotry's more suited for
survival in the resource war.
The dark ages, we find, are not
renowned for gentleness of thought;
your attitudes may shift, perhaps;
recall the war; recall the ****
and dogma helps you stay the course.
Religion's coming back in force.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
judge not the winner
respect whomever advises you
find a salvo to overshot your neighbours Leylandii,
spill not an undeserved droplet of blood.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC