"unfuck" poems
i'm so tired
of wanting to become something --
grand designs
doing pirouettes in my little head --
i just
need
more time
to think things through
plastic tines
stab at forks
in the road
silly you!
trying to stop the decision-making process
like a child
with a rhyme
speaking of the devil,
for a limited time only,
**** the walking dread
that paces at the foot of your being
like a thing in need --
how? thought you'd never ask ---
i'll get to that, in due time
-- i will say this though: it's not with an ax
or bow
or some moralized TV show
nope
nothing like that
the need to be
to be --
that
is the imperative --
timeless
tasks tasked with go-forth --
we feed on it --
always pressing forward
always-already doing things,
going places, lurching concern,
consuming steps steps steps
listen
progress is
a stone alone inside my pocket
-- watch it
bloom tumultuous
into a decision to be undone ----
I am
The backward startle
Flesh made text
Know this:
All will be retraced till
All that remains is
a waiting cursor --
Blinking blinking
Blank page staring
Into your you --
The mess undressed, ****** --
Don't unfuck it --
Allow it --
Let it **** you for a time
Then go hardly softly into the night
With steps alighting
Bold events of past doings lit
Given another chance
The was made present
A specter sent
To turn the insides of your bones
Into channels --
Canals of then-time (makes sense)
Get to know the script
Then flip it
Budge its molecular structure
See its words squirm
Make its serifs recoil
And strike at your command
Crazy? Yes
Impossible? Perhaps
But your verse must be heard
The play goes on and on and on
Until you decide
To interrupt it
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
**** poetry when I could be in a bed
with you no unfuck poetry
because how else could I enumerate
your tidal wave hair rising and crashing
under the light of my moonbeam fingers?
**** tv when I could be at tate street
coffee on saturday morning livid
with jazz hopped up on the best **** cup of coffee in greensboro sharing bass notes with a caricature of iggy pop and you.
no unfuck tv because that's the way we spend our tuesdays giggling
up in high definition with a freshly packed bowl and your head on
my belly tired as tires pushing 85 on 85 for 85000 miles but netflix leads to chill leads to naked leads
to my tongue to your belly's favorite cavity leads to ** ly **** hallelujah! if anything **** god and
the devil **** yin and closed fist yang **** bodhisatva **** dharma and the other things i dont know **** the big bang because the
universe we **** into creation is a rainbow balloon
bursting candy confetti compared to the one we leave when I, all hands and ribcage, am allowed to share your bed.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
Unfuck your *****
When the moment arrives you pounce on it
You weren't waiting for it
But when it arrives you know this is it
You unfuck your ****
Unroll a series of new memories
To replace the old ones
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 12:13 AM UTC
This sounds absurd
But
Can we somehow
Unfuck the world?
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Wish I could get a little undrunk
So I could uncall you
At 5 in the morning, I would unfuck you
Honestly, this party's over
Everyone here should've gone home
But I'm afraid of being sober
'Cause the first thing I do when I'm alone
I start touching myself to the photos
That you used to send me
I should've deleted, but kept it a secret
Is that crazy to do?
So I squeeze out the lime on the ice of My drink
And the juice hits the cuts on my fingers
It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you
Wish I could get a little undrunk so I could uncall you
At 5 in the morning, I would unfuck you
But some things you can't undo
I wish I could unkiss the room full of strangers
So I could unspite you, unlose my temper
But somethings you can't undo
And one of them's you
I'm afraid to turn the lights on
I don't want to face this rebound
Is it weird if I come over?
I want to, but I know that she's around
So I'm touching myself to the photos
That you used to send me
I should have deleted, but kept it a secret
Is that crazy to do?
Oh, I'm hungry and wasted and my hands are shaking
I shouldn't be cooking but spilling hot water
It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you
Wish I could get a little undrunk so I could uncall you
At 5 in the morning, I would unfuck you
But some things you can't undo
I wish I could unkiss the room full of strangers
So I could unspite you, unlose my temper
But somethings you can't undo
And one of them's you
Got through every emotion
Right now I'm sad, I'm broken
But the bottles in the floor
I'm to buzzed to clean them up
Wish I could get a little undrunk
So I could, I could unlove you
Wish I could get a little undrunk so I could uncall you
At 5 in the morning, I would unfuck you
But some things you can't undo
I wish I could unkiss the room full of strangers
So I could unspite you, unlose my temper
But somethings you can't undo
And one of them's
You
You, you
Wish I could unlove you
You, you, you
Wish I could uncall you
You, you, you
Wish I could unfuck you
You
Wish I could unlove you
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
am i ****** up ? And if i am , how can i unfuck myself up ?
Am i hopeless? And if hope is life , how can i keep on living ?
Am i evil ? And if love is good , tell me why i love her well ?
Is this beautiful ? And if beauty is sin , are we both going to hell ?
Is hell so fun ? And if it's so fun , can it unfuck me up ?
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
Warning !
Not my words !
Saw it on a sign !
Crude Language !
Unfuck yourself
Be who you were before all that stuff
Happened that dimmed your ******* shine
So many of us can relate to this one way or the other
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC