enough
of this prattle
dribble
this piss pot diction
of the
pretty word sad sap
of this pussy poetry
anyone can toss
a pretty parcel
phrase
to make us feel like life
is a muffin
cherry topped and sweet
give me some grit
some three day twat
stank
enough of the lollipops of sad
(leaving us sucking a stick after we
realize
there’s
no substance)
give me Basra al-Adhan
give me Bukowski
give me Burroughs
give me Beckett
show me
you’ve got some balls
tell me you’ve got more
than this prissy shit poem
the greatest poet of our
time
isn’t you
and it sure isn’t
me
this woman singing in my ear
I lost a frequency there
shit pissed and hungover
wishing I had drank something other
than PBR for fucks sake
the diagonal man
wears leather gloves
the kind you kill people
with
he doesn’t look scary
with the Ray Bands
but who knows
a vertical man
cradles folds of blankets
maybe babies
an alarm of conscience
beat back by buckles in my
head
held at bay when it needs to
push through
a beautiful girl
I once dated
told me I reminded her of
a statue
and I told her she reminded
me
of a painting
I shouldn’t have
because it wasn’t true
she reminded me
of more
a pretty thing
I never met
told me at a party
that I had beautiful eyes
hers were gold
and I should
have said
they reminded me of
light bouncing
off the concave side of a spoon
but instead
I said
you too
I have to go home
maybe a number of
things
would have gone
differently if I knew how to
compliment people
but I didn’t
and I don’t
so I’ll have to figure something else
out
time to recollect
drunk and cigarette ridden
taste of sweat in my mouth
a thousand dances
none quite match another
a girl licked my ear and sucked my lip
it was nice
but excessive
the kind of bass
makes
you want to shit
or vomit
not sure
which I may have done
grimy skeleton in
breakaways
and a thin Star jacket
dancing like gumbo meets
pornstar
throttling some poor girl
I swear he licked her pussy on
the way up
the smell of some of these people
makes me
sick
to my stomach
(or maybe it’s the bass again)
but to grind is to fit
another little thing touched
my cock
through my pants
I backed away and
bought another drink
a little too much too soon
white dreadlocks
and vibrations up my throat
quite a time
quite a time
