"schlub" poems
Golden olive arab eyes
Gods only know that look belies
Raw emotions there residing
A force, to rival time or tide
Or maybe just a passing thought of passion from ago
Anadulterated love or hate
Her capacity for each, so great
Mercurial, maternal journal
Of passing days with eyes alit
On fire, in frenzy, champs at bit
Or maybe she'll just dance
Or sing a song, puff on her ****
Shes fine as **** in nets or thong
But classy, unlike wiry roughnecks
Trying to tag along
My goddess of the cradle,
She'll send me to my grave
From hair breaths,
A hairs breadth before I drown in satin
Her love shines through like bright white linen,
She lights me up
In prayers, in sinnin
Frantically, she gives her all
She spends herself
Heeds every call
For help they ask and ask and take
Dont tell her that love conquers all
She knows thats ****
And shes no doll of fragile porcelain,
She'll fall and bounce right back but better
Howd i ******* go and get her
To fall for me, cause im no catch
A schlub from that ol black gold patch
An angel, just like Lucifer
Was, upon a time
She sees in me what I can't see
And when those eyes are cast on me
I wither like the ashes of burnt paper
Or my life
I hope some day she'll let me (if i were her, i wouldnt, bet me)
Make my queen my love-ed wife
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J Nc 12-31-19
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
string words.
sow meaning into letters
with fingertips
trained to lightly tap
the neurotic beat
of a modern schlub's pacing attention span.
it should be worthy of invoking muses
at least be worthy to arrive in your ear
and if it's string you need you'll find some
in the omnipresent
meaning tapped into letters,
meaning,
letters tapped into meaning.
Do discuss the topical,
by reminding people of
it's general falsity.
Paranoia and
insight à la mode,
fit them in too.
Argue with me
if you intend to
alphabetize my
existence itself,
The poet is an
insulting fool.
The poet asks
for others to see
the same words.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
The more vague it was
The more shadow it'll cast
That pretentious snub
Rhymes with blub, schlub and grub
Oh you wouldnt want it
Don't you?
For them to understand you
That it is just shallow case
of superficial taste.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
It's a new guy this time
He has the same jacket and gloves
But it's definitely a new guy
I pull the collar of my coat with
The tips of my fingers
And approach the roped off entrance
Of the building
He stops me with a
Sudden hand on my chest
"I'm sorry sir,
but you're not allowed
in today."
"What? Not allowed? I was
Just here yesterday. The guy
At the door let me right in."
"No matter sir. You're not
Allowed in today."
"Well, ****
I take a seat on the
Rain painted curb
And stare at my reflection
In a ***** puddle
Some cookie cutter schlub
Comes down to the same partition
I was turned away from
The rope is lifted without a word
From either of them
I un-crane my neck from
The door's direction
Meeting my own stare in
The puddle of ***** water
Again
I push off the curb with
Renewed energy and
Approach the doorman again
"Alright, I think I can go in now."
He pulls his white gloves
By the wrist to eliminate any
Excess space in his fingertips
And meets my eyes
With a smug look on his face
And shakes his head
How the hell are his gloves so white
When all the puddles around here
Are so filthy
"Just because you were in here
Yesterday sir, does not mean
That you will be allowed entry
Today. I'm sorry, but that's the
Way that things work."
I bend my mouth into an
Upside down horseshoe
Studying the gaudy marquee above
The padded door
The doorman sees me staring at the blinking
Chipped letters
Sensing my resentment
He tightens his gloves again
And stares at the brick wall
Across the alley
I wander off in the rain
To go find something
Else to do
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC