the world is made of lies
i am not standing here
this is not a poem
ten-thousand birds are shitting on your head
all of your friends will die
everything is a lie
when i said everything is a lie
i lied
how can we know anything
love is a question
two jellyfish in the ocean
one wants to fuck and one wants to fight
the ocean wants its soul back
oil, piss, shit, radioactivity
three-clawed lobsters and two-headed shrimp
which claw bites and which head thinks
that light up there is a good thing to stare at
now we are all in the net
we are all food for something or someone else
turns out it was not the sun or the moon
it was a trap, a flashlight, a head light
armadillo in the grill, bug in the fire
some sushi is made of plastic
some insects eat plastic for dinner
some dinners are made of food
some insects are mechanical drones
some drones are sounds
some sounds are silent except for dogs
some dogs are people
some people are assholes
some assholes are whistling in the wind
some winds are blowing down a sand castle
some castles are only in the mind
some minds are seeing things that are not really there
the world is made of lies
i am not standing here
this is not a poem
ten-thousand birds are shitting on your head
all of your friends will die
everything is a lie
when i said everything is a lie
i lied
i love you.
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i love beer
it got to the point
where the drinking was just a thing to do
it provided no pleasure or pain
just a mindless activity while the bad music
blared so loudly the ears began to shut down
so did the liver, eventually
you bring the bottle to your lips,
suck out the bitter bubbly brew,
bring the bottle down again,
repeat automatically about
every minute or so
hoping nobody approaches
with small talk
who gives a shit about your ailment,
your car, your feelings, or your sexual conquests
up swallow down, up swallow down,
creating emptiness--sucking down the soul of it
leaving behind emptiness, shells, carcasses
that's the way it goes
you are right on target
'i'll have another one', you say.
the bartender hands over a shitty bottle of beer
up swallow down up swallow down up swallow down discard
another dead soldier.
great to be in love, you think.
and then you have another drink.
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the promise
i got six bucks here says you won't put this big fat
dick in your mouth
six bucks? he says. ain't worth it. what if you have AIDS?
I'll put a bag on it. whaddya say?
it's gay, dude. no way. i'm not touching it.
come on man. six bucks. okay, ten bucks.
ten? how long?
three, four minutes.
that's a long time, dude.
ten bucks. but no bag for ten.
ten bucks?
yeah.
how long?
three minutes. no! two minutes. i can do it in two.
no bag?
ten bucks. ten.
how long?
about six inches give or take an inch or two.
eleven. i'll do it for eleven.
done.
you better not cum in my mouth.
I promise.
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it's such a good feeling to know you're alive
had been drinking copious amounts of booze, no money,
no sleep, had my best friend say I betrayed his trust
because i let someone play his drum set
and over this, he dumped our twenty-year collaboration.
fuck me! just when I was getting to know the guy.
hair disheveled, unwashed, same pair of pants for the week
running a two-hundred dollar tab at Maude's Cafe,
the coffee shop in the known center of the universe
the employees all hate me, slumped over a computer
eyes hiding in dirt holes in my face, the light of the screen
illuminating my gaunt bony features, all i can think about is
jerking off on a painting of fat Elvis or maybe seeing
if my ass can handle a 16 oz. can of old Milwaukee
not the way you're thinking, I'm talking, on the way out
after drinking it. although now that you mention it...
i think i have cancer or a tumor...something feels like death
creeping up behind me like a dog on fire pissing in lynch park
and the fingers work out a poem or two just as the Adderall kicks in
so now the poem is looking pretty good even though it's a piece of shit
like me and everything i stand for. i can't kill myself because i'm
immortal--shouldn't have put up so many drunk posts on
FaceBook. it's like being preserved prunes in a mason jar and i hate
fucking prunes, they give you diarrhea. i'm a vampire. all i do
is suck.
a dirty smelly drunk homeless guy comes up to me and just
when i think he's going to bum a cigarette or ask me for
twenty-three cents, he says, "You doing okay, brother?"
I reply, "Yes I am."
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poem about dreams
poem about butterfly
poem about bird
stuff i heard or saw
poem about me
poem about drinking
poem about fucking
poem about love
poem with religion
poem with history
poem with Greek gods and goddesses
poem with some french in it
just to be fancy
poem with literary tricks
poem with cliches
poem where there is no metaphor and no rhyme
not even a poem
why bother
journal entry
about stuff i heard or saw
that happened to me
you are going to love this!
i did this and here is what i think
poem at the poetry reading
where they clap for every poem
it is encouraging but is it rocket science?
poem that looks like a picture
poem with different type-faces
bold on, italics on, underline on,
poem that goes on way too long
poem that rhymes
good with limes
dimes crimes mimes
sign of the times
when does it end
poem about death
poem about dirt
poem about memories
poem about silence
poem about flowers
poem about worms
poem about two black holes
out in the universe
one hundred million times
the mass of our sun
eating each other
in a cosmic dance
while we worry
about our light bills
and our laundry
poem about stuff i heard or saw
poem about what can not be heard
poem about what can not be seen
NASA now sees millions of black holes
galaxies are borne of these.
poem about nothing.
poem about dreams.
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what i miss about you
what i miss about you the most
is the dumb look in your eyes
when you speak
i miss your poor grammar
and the child-like way you communicate
sort of like a retarded snail
i miss your poetry
and how much your poems made
the worst writers seem so goddamned good
i miss how transparent your lies were
i miss never letting you know i knew
who, where, and when you were fucking other people
because they all told me and we laughed about it together
laughed at what a terrible bore you are
in the sack
i miss watching you sleep and laughing at your
comic animal snore as you drooled, like a
sneezing bat
i miss your fashion sense
who else would wear only clothing
that draws attention to your many faults
i miss watching you eat
you eat like a walrus trying to rape itself
in the mouth with a sea sponge
and lastly, i miss that smell you would always leave
behind in the toilet because it reminds me of the
dark cloud that is you
like living with a yeti that only eats
wino egg farts and the dead bodies of fish
washed up on the shore from red tide
why did you leave me, you anal-dwelling cum nugget!
i loved you.