Posts Tagged ‘poem’

Taltz

February 15, 2018

Ask your doctor and cough up the cash
clear skin can be yours today and subsequently
fall in love
have a family
get that dog good and soapy
catch a firefly
right in the palm of your fucking hand
it’s just like that
no more unsightly spots
and the world is your pimple to pop
just spike the vein
to be a dermatological champion
you rash free mother fucker you
live the life of your wonder bread dreams
hoo-haw!

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Impulse

February 12, 2018

There’s a knife
separated from me
by a square pane of glass
a shield
between customer and food prep
they use it for slicing citrus
cutting it in half
for the juicer
handle and blade
both painted yellow
but on the blade it’s worn away
steel exposed
limned in golden sunshine
it’s an arm’s length away
through the Liberty Safety tempered barrier
there is a work around
a passage that goes straight through
just to my right
there at my elbow
as I sip from the mug
the moment could come
a direct line
from me to the knife to the bathroom door
single occupancy with a lock
quick, make the move
get the knife
behind the counter
push past
“Out of the way”
open and close and locked inside
“You’ll need police
and a clean-up crew
I’m very sorry,”
and then pressure of the pointed tip
to the orange’s peal
into it, to the rind
the ripe giving flesh
and out the other side
all that juice wasted
freely spilled, strange
how I always so loathed
donating to the mosquito
the leech, the tick
their fair share
such a meager volume
of my ruby bounty
contained no more
come and get it
while it’s still warm

Rattle Head

February 5, 2018

My brain is a baby viper
coiled and flexing
squirming in agitation
against the smooth walls
of its eggshell cage
prodding, poking
testing integrity
impatiently demanding
cracks form
soon to spring free fully-formed
fangs precocious
envenomed and unlearned
in everything a threat perceived
striking fearfully, enraged
one toxic payload, no control
for the hatchling snake
it’s an all or nothing
bite into life

#NeverFund

February 2, 2018

Bleeding hearts
I know you hurt
in these days
of callous atrocities
whether government inaction
in the face of natural disaster
or yet another
entirely preventable
mass shooting of grade schoolers
but you must stop
giving
donate nothing
to the funds for relief
for sufferers of grief

Bind tight your bloody pump in gauze
apply pressure
by never donating
allow the charities to die
fund nothing
because by taxes
you already do
and all the rich desire
is that you continue to
once, twice, endlessly
through what the state takes
and through what you freely
are willing to throw at the problem
they’re watching you
counting up your hand outs
to determine how much more
every time, after every death and disaster
they can keep for themselves

Fur Baby

January 10, 2018

infant in a carrier
puffball on a leash
the latter’s roll
as surrogate for the former
usurped and now
an uncomfortable period of waiting
for the dog to hurry up and die

Alien Land Scape

December 29, 2017

Limned red upon a glance
held in sight to green
creeping clockwise verdigris grows
the solid circle
letter selected
eyes roam the board
one out from the trap
hard-labored
meaningless chit-chat
conflagrations, evacuations
arson as flailing heroism
oxygen fanning flames
as it pumps into lungs
falling never lower than
twelve breaths per minute
heart rate blood sugar moisture
watched, checked, balanced
necessities of life
monitored but unlived

Dances with News

December 8, 2017

Puerto Rico starves and meanwhile
Dancing with the Stars
Kim Jong Un tests nukes and meanwhile
Dancing with the Stars
California burns and meanwhile
Dancing with the Stars
Barbarians within the gates and meanwhile
Dancing with the Stars
Media silence, media noise
Medusa vision, Medusa stone
silence is death
noise is fret
vision is none
stone is end
dance on dead
dance on dead

Home to Roost in the White House

December 6, 2017

Today’s rapists
face a new kind of challenge
too many women
have determined
that rape
is not their guilt, their shame
but rather
that of the rapist
it is a difficult climate in which
today’s rapists operate
always under threat
that their victims
could speak up
and externalize the blame
instead of quietly
internalizing the degradation
until it distills
as concentrated self-loathing
exploding in destructive behavior
slamming doors
on opportunity and growth
those days are over
and today’s rapists
must all be aware and beware
the blame and guilt and consequences
are more likely than ever
to come home to their door…

or, who knows
the fucking pig might just be elected president

Blargle Bilge

December 1, 2017

klakamite feelabore
indestry befoamed
hind-driven watt-ward
grotesquely untoward
hoola maven sundowned
up to the klak behind
on under kneeth declined
by wavery wenches signed
garbled in hoops wired
unsurprised, disaware
radioactively disinclined
unprotested riot pot
kettle molded on the head
shuttered umper alley cost
best up unreleased
bitter comic holocaust
can’t erase trepiduration
four many years too gone
ultra-rare bonus track
humpeously bad last song
sung to a grabbly puss
retracted in the dawn
shine never to dismember
momma by the dying light
as sexuality rapes a pawn
to advance the queen
against the dream
of a bigger more grand patriarchy
finally in excellency sacrifice
the man protected
accusation tossers lost
to the megaton nuke king boss
kim jong ill in the head
kim jong undo the end
kim jong donald trump
kim jong garbage dump

Birth of a Nation of Evil

November 25, 2017

Names of humans
haven’t enough ferocity
for attachment
to the increasing fury
of the world’s tropical storms
and
call them what you will
typhoon, hurricane, cyclone
Jose, Irene, Ophelia
a weak roll call
for a devastating wind-whipped deluge
works of art do better apply
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Dawn of the Dead
The Scream
especially suitable all
in the new USA
where victims get the blame
for being in the way
and survivors are urged
at governmental behest
to fuck off and die