Bottom Feeder
His specialty
is fucking
over women
innocent children
& weak
minded men
behind a
veil of
Christianity
& now
that I’m
older with
health problems
he thinks
I’m
vulnerable too.
He’s about
to make
the biggest
mistake of
his life.
Category Archives: poems & short jabs
bottom feeder
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the vigilance of despair
The Vigilance of Despair
I’ve had
my back
against the
wall all
my life
which is
why no
one can
sneak up
on me.
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he dreamed of cougars
He Dreamed of Cougars
He was
always dreaming
about something
& now
it was
cougars.
He didn’t
know anything
about cougars
he wasn’t
even sure
what color
they were
if they
were ill-tempered
or endangered.
So what
was he
doing dreaming
about them
what did
that say
about how
things were
going in
his life?
It wasn’t
like he
dreamed about
them every
night it
was just
this one
night &
he might
never dream
about them
again he
might never
dream about
anything again
from here
on out
his sleep
might be
white silence.
Maybe there’s
nothing left
once you
start dreaming
of cougars
maybe the
line between
awake &
dreaming
vanishes &
you wander
through a
no man’s
land where
doors slam
or shut
softly where
sound disappears.
He didn’t
know.
He just
didn’t know
about anything
anymore.
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drawbacks to euthanasia
Drawbacks to Euthanasia
What bugs
me about
state approved
euthanasia
is the
mandatory
medical exam
& the
appointment
with
the shrink.
Hang yourself
in the
garage instead
& catch
them all
off guard.
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what remains
What Remains
Thinking
of you.
The way
you used
to braid
your hair.
Brew coffee.
Give me
the run-around.
Keep score
hold grudges.
Recite dirty
poems in
the bathtub.
Bare your
breasts.
Of course
there’s more
to it.
Of course
you’re an
amalgam.
Of course
you live
in my
dreams cutting
capers &
prancing like
a gazelle.
You’re my
calendar girl
a love
note the
dregs of
romance
left over
from a
dark stretch
of loneliness.
Amazing how
much of
you still
remains
after
so much
devastation.
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passing stones
Passing Stones
The last
drops of
joy are
being squeezed
from his
heart like
kidney stones.
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