Poetry

June 10, 2015

Useless speech

Sorry if my lines don’t fly
They rarely do
Some get a little air
Then topple awkwardly to the pavement
You shouldn’t take that as I don’t care
Now if I could just speak
What I construct and put to paper
I could fold it, making a little plane
Gently glide it through the air
Landing it upon your palm
Wouldn’t we have something beautiful there?
Most women, at first
Fear a written profession of love
They want to hear it Loud and Clear
But I am a man of few words
And even fewer women

 

 

Letting go

Next time we meet
I’m going to take all your
abdegopq’s
And I am going to color them in
with gentle tension
I will do my best
To hide what I am doing
Speak softly and say hello
And when we are finished
With all the necessary pleasantries
Your flushed face
Will be stained
With squid-like ink.

 

 

That place I go

It’s true
I don’t want to lie to you
I hide in my writing
It’s easier that way
This smooth pen feels
Immaculate resting between my fingers
It’s just my opinion
That words should be pondered
Well-thought-out
Given the pleasure
Of revealing themselves
On nice paper
From a gently flowing pen

 

 

Respect the pen

There is no longer
Any room
In woman’s heart
For a poet
Look at what we have
Been reduced to
A shitty website
Where you’re lucky to get
12 views and 2 likes
KINGS used to fear
A poet’s defaming word
Then a poet’s tongue could crumble kingdoms
Now I am lucky if I
Can pry their eyes from the Jersey Shore
Long enough
To hear
“Oh, that was cute.”
I am sorry to say
We live in a world today
Where we reward stupidity
The people our children look up to
Are literally jackasses
And disease spreading whoremongers
If my pen were a .357 magnum
I’d write them all into a shallow grave
Then light them on fire
At least then
We might once again
Fear the poet

 

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