My friend Mary Catherine just posted a bunch of new poetry on her facebook page. And this inspired me to write some poems, too. See, I've had a rather annoying weekend. Nothing terrible happened, just a series of irritating events that sorta scraped me raw, made me tired and irritable...kind of like if my sanity was slowly and repeatedly rubbed with a cheese grater over the course of 36 hours.
So, by Sunday night, I had to decide whether to laugh or cry at the state of things.
So, I decided that I would write some poems, because when the going gets tough, the tough get poetic. I don't know if you guys knew that I wrote poetry.
Well, I do. And it's pretty goddamned awesome. And I've decided to post a few for you, because good art should be shared.
HA-HA
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Remember on Saturday night, how you accidentally called me from the strip club you were at or wherever at 1:30 in the morning because your cell phone was in your pocket or something and you woke both me and Lily up?
That was really funny.
CONTEMPLATING
I was just laying in the tub
staring down at my naked form
and realized how awesome it is
that I never have to have sex with you again.
TRUST
It would be nice
If sometimes I could give you my ATM card
And send you to the cash machine down the street
So you could take out some money to pay the Chinese food delivery guy
And I could stay home and play with Lily and relax and not worry about you stealing money from my bank account.
A Time To Go
5 years ago
19 comments:
Um...
Wow. Do I ever not want to ever be that guy to any other human being. He's like a reverse role model.
Absolutely brilliant.
I don't usually like poetry, but this really spoke to me.
I am just toasted enough to piss on that guy for you. Okay, I'm not remotely toasted.
This is why i yelled at the twit at starbucks.
PS.. glad you getting you mojo back.
Some amazing work krock. You humble me! :)
Pure Genius.
Scoot, Your comment speaks volumes to me.
CM Dub, Spoke, or shrieked in your face?
Jack, You should get toasted. The poems will probablys sound better to you.
Steve, Thanks, doll. I definitely got it back.
Third, thanks, man. Hey! You should write some music to go with my awesome poetry.
La Femme, Thanks. I agree.
"contemplating" is about me, isn't it?
J-Fortunately for you, no.
Sort of lends itself to a uh... grunge rock feel, huh? Maybe even thrash metal.
I'm thinking gangsta rap.
You should try to have those published, they are very good.
Hey, these are like little poetic voodoo dolls!
Pure prose.
Keats rolled over and Shelley lit a joint to contemplate the genius that is you.
Ron, ya know, I think I will.
XL, Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do.
Nitewalk, I know. I don't know how I haven't been discovered yet.
Beautiful!
I love those poems! Keep posting them. You are right, art should be shared, dammit!
That shit's funny as hell. Lizzy
Hmmmm... after reading the poems, it seems painfully obvious to me that Mary and I have dated.
"CONTEMPLATING
I was just laying in the tub
staring down at my naked form
and realized how awesome it is
that I never have to have sex with you again."
I have decided I heart you. And I heart that poem!!
Ps..Thanks for stopping by my blog. =)
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