Poem for men

Here's a poem to all the men
who never took the time to ask "what then
will I do when I'm all alone?"
(I'll call her 30 times on the phone!) 


And all the boy who keyed the cars
of all the girls they met in bars
who left them and then we all said
"I'd never do this, I never would"
and you said "that's exactly why I am"
and we understood.






I like this poem more now

lessay (little essay)

I know that I am not a Roman because my catharsis comes from wobbling rolly-coastys instead of swordplay to the death and lions that go 17 and 0, but then again, they can only lose once, anyway. And the seats up close are the better and reserved you have to wait a second time if you want to ride in the front of this mirror's death, closer to death, I am pretty sure. I got some blood on me and do not get me started on acrophobia! The higher up I live the better, further from earth the closer to death, nevermind my day to day and hour to hour, when it comes to minute to minute I jump out the penthouse plate glass portal, glory hallelujahahaha a new life awaits me, this body won't weigh me! May my barbies and dolls and custom-tailored suits serve me well in the next world, I will dance in the light of Ra's everlasting day and fear Osiris' night, I will ask what it was that killed Tutankhamun (curiosity).

I don't believe in any of that, I never did. 

Here's another

Here's one two poems:

Life on Mars/Don't take any of this seriously but I am very upset and sad 

Standing on Mars honey
the red planet is pretty cold
cold indeed.
We could have two of them
if I was a brave coward cat
red on the earth SPLAT

and then I remember, sigh,
my family
my mother and my father
saying
"how could you do this to me?"
and my sister, she'd blame it all on you
(I can only imagine what my brother would do)



In progress peony poem 

Hello little lab cat in the lab coat,
Dearest little fat cat who cannot float,
Who wrote the word 'no' on a cute note,
Who learned to catch fat rats (by skill, not rote)

I'm sorry honey, I wrote a poem for you and another poem too

Spending a lot too much time honey
smoking my mind in and all of that
shame but instead I will
stop the moving and let it
slow down like
ship on my maiden voyage only to
abruptly break the pattern
and say "I'M HIGH HONEY
AND I AM SORRY".

Do you love me now?
Am I the cat's meow to you?
And I want to get up to turn
off the light in the other room
though I'm living on a fixed income
and learning to doze off like
Salvador Dali and I'll be renowned
in my lifetime kiss in the rain
kiss me, baby, how do you feel like I'm
dying honey oh
the pain is getting to me ow ow ow.
Did you hear the cat meow meow maow
when she smoked too much and
saw you with a morning and
called you on the phone he
wasn't even an addict 

I cut my hair today, it was mainly an impulse. I don't know why, but this text has comic sans as its font, by default? Confused? Confused?

The heart wants what the heart can't have
and doesn't care to understand.
The heart tries its best,
I guess.

more five minute poems,

You must've studied at Bob Dylan's school of
not lookin' back while I was stuck at Kerouac's
school of disembodied poetics
so I could describe how sad and empty and anything
I felt when I saw you doing just that
(not looking back).

Here's a phone that I like to call 'poemcall'

Beep, beep, beep,
but longer than those beeps that seem so short,
the beep when you call someone and something is weird
with the telemaphone and the mathemagics don't work
and you are on the line with no one, or maybe
it's like that all the time, if you know what I mean,
and then you go home and you write a mean poem
and they see it and you say "I was just pretending".

(Paging Mr. Sputnik, your wife is on the line.) 

Will be posting another thing quite soon, soon as I get home