"tetanus" poems
Shall I compare thee to a rusty basketball hoop?
I feel the same way when I touch you:
You’re familiar, constant, friendly, but apt to hurt me if I come too close.
Each time I cut my hand on you,
I’m asking everyone, Should I go to the ER?
Everyone is asking me:
Why don’t you get a new basketball hoop?
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
I'm *** positive
So text me sympathies
Lie to me
Tell me nothing has changed and nothing will
Tell me we're friends and we'll remain
Make me stand in front of a mirror to see if i can face myself
Act like you care
Veil yourself and blame the air
Look down on me
Fake a wow for my worn out shoes
But look into my eyes before you leave
They speak volumes
I'm just not crying
Maybe i wont wake up in the morning- maybe i will
Bash my family like i feed on their blood
Maybe it was just my fault- maybe not
Maybe i have never made love
Maybe i have never done drugs
Maybe it was my latest tattoo that reads " I miss you mom"
Maybe it was the tetanus shot i had last month
Admit that you don't care
Act ill to not eat what i share
You're just another educated
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
You are a bicycle,
your rims are rusted;
Rusted to the overblown rubber tire.
Your chain is broken.
We've tried to splice it so many times,
but I'm running out of links and I'm broke.
You broke me, you ran over my foot.
No apologies. Only the reminders you leave like leaches.
"Well, I told you. I'm a bike."
Well, I told you not to hurt me.
Then you deliberately sought out to run over my foot.
Then ask me "Will you pump my tires, will you oil my chain."
I do these things for you, without being asked or appreciated.
Do them because you're my bicycle, and I appreciate you.
For getting me places, and knocking me down
to give me bruises, bumps, and scars
Scars that remind me, I am not a bicycle.
I am the flesh and blood of the world.
I am not a hollow iron cast;
My innards are in motion with my mind and heart.
I gotta stop pumping the tires on this bike, and toss it.
This bicycle gave me tetanus from it's peddles trying to run away.
Stop cutting up my ******* feet, bike.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Planks, splintering in solidity
Together twined in tedium
Curving cords of mated metal
Lost in ludicrous loops
Twines of tetanus protrude
Danger danger
Rising flying roaring floating
Above the stillborn trains
Arching acrid aerial arms
Lazy concrete spiral, neighbor snail
Inverse slide with railings
Rumble rumble try and grumble
Jitter in jumpy juxtaposition
Guts of grotesque giants
Flayed flawed under flaming flight
Blink away oblivion
Orange and omnificent, opaque concern
Useful hangnail, table scraps
Rise above
Shocked stillness soon stumbling
Ornamental oasis for the oracles
Unseen unheard untasted unsmelled
Unfeeling unused to understanding
Carry me across
Fly me over
Lift me beyond
Suspend.
Glimpse the unparalleled phenomenon
Ribs of steel, rain has parted
Seeping to the soul
Buzzing through the boards
Immobile, cradle in the wind
Twist
Take off your sunglasses
Be sure to look around as you pass through
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 10:30 PM UTC
In Aix les bains the Moon began to ebb
weekend dry skiing gone awry,
Country and Western jukebox
by the verdant bar.
"Elle ne comprend pas",
come to me with willing woes!,
a broken heart
a tryst gone wrong?
maybe just an old fashioned
broken toe,
though no St Bernard's rescue
the Cognacs even unfaithful,
perhaps a tetanus jab
and the ferry back home.
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 7:30 AM UTC
I like people who don't
trust people
Like a locked bathroom door
Protected from their own
Self exposure
But I just want to develop them
in black & white
Sell their silhouettes on the black market
Seeing what they're really worth
These are the people
with lures hanging from their teeth
like wind chimes or dreamcatchers
Bodies of abandoned carnivals
And people become like trespassers
On their unholy grounds
Here to document
the decay
Caress the chipping paint
Hoping for tetanus
They wonder when they became
Archeology
Like the lost part of found
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
I took a walk before dark
after the rain broke and had
to pass through the park
choked with winter briar
empty vials needles dog ****
piles and broken pieces of slide
rusting out beside a swing set
frame with rusty chains holding
up empty space while the whole
******* place looks like it could
use a tetanus booster if we hope
to have any kind of future clubs.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
Her eyes are heavy
And her tears are tired
She can sleep
Oh no, not yet
If she sleeps now, she wont wake
with the rising of the mourning sun
Tonight she lives to suffer
Her heart to be ripped away in agony
Only the shell will be left
What is left of her liquid insides
will be refilled into her
like a frozen tetanus shot cutting thought her blood
but not just though her arm
All over her body
But the moonlight seeps in
She looks but she wont take the Horseman's hand
She'll flirt with the idea of him
The clock on the wall tells her to go
To sleep with the rising moon
dance with the shadows in her head
Memories of light are the only images
like a romance movie she watches for help
Only a few more moments before the Sun returns
He rises to save her soul only for a
fleeting moment after another
Until the prideful pain returns with the moon
Each night
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
I lost my way through the empty place,
vacant, with an unrecognizable face,
the nails stick out of the frame,
trying to recall when my last tetanus shot was, i remember the pain,
couldn't feel the blood rushing out,
they asked me what i was looking at, laying on the ground,
i said "the trees, birds, the way the leaves blow in the breeze, a peaceful sound,
they tried to calm my nerves, but i was calm, as calm as the water at low tide,
on that early morning, stolen, boat ride,
those are the memories i will have for ever, my dearest memory,
and when i say dearest memory, i mean it cost me alot, after that court date and probation meeting on the 6th of January,
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
i was glass when you found me,
you knew how fragile i was,
just cleared from the hospital,
just learning how to sleep again
without getting woken up
every thirty minutes for vitals
and medication
i was glass when you found me,
you held me in your palms
like a waterglobe,
occasionally swaying me from
side to side
to see what i was like inside
i was glass when you found me,
glistening and elegant
but desperately scared
of falling off the ledge,
like the vase on our dresser-
daisies in my hair,
but potential tragedy everywhere
i leaned into you
and begged you to hold me up
you didn't drop me on accident
i didn't slip from your grip
you didn't lose me
in a tired haze
or a lapse of judgement
you threw me into the gravel
with your arm up over your head
and your eyes closed
you broke me
into fifty different pieces;
a graveyard of sharp edges,
a garden of glistening truths,
dimmed by the hovering hand
of dirt and sand
now boys are afraid
to pick me up off the ground,
i'm still right where you left me,
cause i'm not worth a cut on a hand,
no one will bleed for me,
not in this town
and to think,
all i wanted was to **** you,
i never meant to love you,
all i wanted was to **** you,
i wish i never met you
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
You don’t have to be subtle, your intentions are clear, there’s no need to smile in front of me. Just take your place at my back, my dear, where you can twist the knives more efficiently.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 10:04 AM UTC
Fallen Soldiers
Rejoice
For you have a savior.
A rusty hatchet in that shack you used for cover.
There are many outcomes of its use.
Slam the enemy with tetanus, Chop the enemy into chunks, or surprise them with a flying orange hatchet of doom.
O'l reliable gets the job done.
O'l rusty hatchet.
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 12:34 PM UTC
(for kathy acker)
SHE PULLS A RUSTED STAPLE GUN: "YOU WANT TETANUS, ************
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
The noose around your neck
Is around ours
Necks warped and twisted
By pools of molten tears
Erupting without warning
She was an infected bullet wound
Giving you tetanus
A black line that raced to your mind
Reddening your eyes
So you only saw death
You burned in the fire of Hades
Capricious flames dancing
A witch burning alive
Found guilty of being human
A verdict you couldn’t live with
They can't point fingers now
At the void where you were
And their fingers are lost
In old handkerchiefs
Saturated with their tears
Flowers replace you
Where you once stood
White when they should be black
You choke on religion
Even now
We pull back the soil
Tucking you up with the earth
Kissing you with impotent words
Burying you under the rope
You carried so diligently in life
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
*"The ocean is a desert
with its life underground
and a perfect disguise
above..." Dewey Bunnell*
On a horse with
no name I rode
bare-backed in
the purple sage...
***** Pipe cacti
played the melodies
of Mexico.
Swaying sea grasses
were skirts for the
range fences...
broken and rusty.
To be avoided,
my parents warned...
Tetanus... lock-jaw.
Other things to be
aware of...
don't swim too far
from the beach...
don't stay too long
in the sun...
I was happy at the
tide pools... aqua and
pristine. Sea slugs...
far from slug-like.
Flat and purplish
with frilly edges,
undulating dancers.
Picked up and dropped
over and over.
Baby octopi... an
entire tidepool
drenched in purple
ink in its desperate
bid for freedom...
Sea Urchins...
"Their spines can
**** my parents
warned. It was
fascinating how
they attached
themselves to
the rocks...
Almost as firmly
as the limpets...
We had
Hermit Crab races
Ate food disallowed
at home... swam
out to where water
was ultramarine...
jumped over the
barbed-wire...
with our arms
hugging
the
sun...
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/21/2017
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 5:39 AM UTC
Still,
I rise.
By the power of God,
I sheath
The knife
That was once pressed
To my neck.
That falls to the floor
With a resounding
click.
Rusting. Tetanus shots. God.
Somehow I saw
Jesus' face in the blade's
Own,
Ruddy red hair and
Scraggly beard.
And.
Voice cleaving through
The darkness—
a whisper.
For the first time in
A while,
He spoke to me.
Still,
I rise.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
I thought I kissed you and tasted a shooting star. Later on by the fire of the sunset, I watched as you burnt out against the mark of the sun. You left a mark in the grass between the car and its tyres. You reminded me of a shadow. I touched you and cut myself on your edges. Rusted by the fight between freedom and pain. Losing your way. Oh what a day. Oh what a week, a lifetime of me and you, between the tides of the sea. Breakdown on the way across the sky. Do or die? Do I die? Patience with this game was over a long ago. My attention span is only due to my lack of self control. Controlled I was by the beauty of you.
A coffee break is all you are to me. I never drink caffeine so think
yourself...lucky I made the risk. I never planned to jump into the room. I never meant to make you crash and BOOM. Curiously, curiously and curiosity killed the kitty cat. Black as a bat, I can't hear the fear in the night; I do NOT understand your fight. I wear my hat to the side because I like the way it looks. Beside my bed is a pile of adventure stories in antique books. You aint an adventure to me. I am bored by your **** your *** is nothing compared to size of your mouth, that kisses as tho you were being filmed. That talks to me as tho I understand **** and look like it. No. Thank. You. I am gone, I am done, movin up, moving on.
I would marry him by the time I was 35 if I was still single and renting this rollercoaster ride. I will forget you stood by my side within a week or two. I will laugh tho at the times you though you knew me and really I was just bored. Of you. Name your price, make me feel I am worth your time. Blow my frikkin mind, you don't have to be cruel to be kind. I am not a monopoly game, do I look like Miss ******* Scarlett? Don't try to make me see what you can. My eyesight is blind sided to thoughts of you and all I wanted to do to you. And I did. Your loss, some other girls gain. Someone else to call my name. Shallow you may think – oh no – this my dear is all a show.
My scar still bleeds from you. A tetanus jab was not required at this time. I am never wrong, I am sometimes right. I like to jump on my bed and dance to music in the mornings. I looked at you, sometimes, long ago, thought I could see your sunrise. You were already burnt out. I don't believe in creating miracles. We could talk all day about you, and I would know nothing. Good morning you. Watch as I walk away, into the crowd. I'll forget what you tasted like but I won't forget I tasted you once.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
I remember my childhood
I remember the occasional bruises
I remember the rare cuts
I remember the tetanus vaccines
I remember the injuries from wood
Shots on the ***
Intra-dermal injections
My father told me
"It is funny when the nurse does that,"
I was young,
I was shy, I still am,
Shy in my own ways.
I am very ticklish and
My lower back is more so,
My dad tricked my fear away,
I would lie stomach facing the bed,
Papa staring into my eyes smilingly,
And the nurse would ***** my ***
I would feel a tingy sensation,
And I would laugh in fear!
Literally — I don't lie.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
Gunpowder kisses
induce clamor
and leave
the flesh
with
craters and tetanus.
patched NRA smiles swell,
"take me away"
...we squeal.
its never enough,
rust and mould both shine grey
against the heat
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
You were there when I had my first kiss
Supporting me on that unstable iron fence that
Had been worn away by your work
And your kisses
You gave him tetanus as he leaned
Away, and you filled my lungs with the scent
Of his blood and your breath telling me
You meant to do it
You were on his car as drove him to
The nearest hospital and appeared at the
Bottom of the bed
He sat on
You told me that nothing stays pure
You warned me that he'd change
And now I watch as my blood mingles with you
On my rusted bathtub plug
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
You the splinter...
poisoning my blood
stopping my heart
B E A t i n ......
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
twelve and raw i was
when vaudeville came to town
over the grasslands lay the trapeze,
the fire-monger, the carnival clause,
the whir of metal.
it was the twilight of the Earth
and its men chortling
in single splendid dome
of temporal gleam;
yet now,
banderitas and the lowly
signs gone, wavering are their
beacons — rivers amply dead,
and no summer fruition —
this town's lack of circus
brings night farther to day.
the river makes bride, the muck
of clay. street vendors pulse with
different tongues. spit and spatter
spar cleverly downhill
and still no dancing of olden days.
nights i lay, hearing the steady phoenix
of imagination. was it this town's proud
call? the festive moving?
sun meets moon and underneath,
the roulette spins in my mind like
an elusive daydream
mounting the carousel and steely
tetanus beams,
beating around an empty home.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC