My thoughts on writing and love, sex and spiders--in senryu form. |
The Rotten Poet I write bad haikus And feel the need to share them With total strangers. blocked poems written in blood, inspiration fades--oh, fuck! I've run out of ink. . . . nothing just cry till you're numb cry out, bleed out . . . you'll find out it's all for nothing. A Prayer for Silence I thought love would be wonderful. Now, I just wish you'd shut the fuck up. Terms of Endearment You're a raging bitch with a hole for a soul. How's that for 'I love you'? Old and Alone We fight way too much. I know I will die old and alone. Thank the Lord. Connecticut Your touch repels me. Dry, loathsome. Inept. But no less than I deserve. The Wife I smile while my heart is breaking. I have no soul and no nerve endings. Last Call I had just one true ambition: to fuck you. But you've thwarted that, too. Denise (I know you hate it when I get all sappy, Denise, but I doubt you'll ever see this, so--) It was cold that night; I gave you my woolly gloves As well as my heart. Amanda (Eight senryus about a girl.) You were freakin hot. I wanted to know you in The biblical sense. Mink-brown hair, tangled-- Round glasses made your eyes huge. You had pretty eyes. Company party-- Deck the halls! Oh, thank God we Smoked pot in your car. All because of you. Now patchouli gets me wet. Did you bathe in it? Echinaecea . . . Holistic hippy-hoodoo . . . You cured my cold. When you laughed your whole body told me I was funny. Just call me Jerry. Did you get fired? Did you quit--or just walk out? Fuck knows . . . I miss you. I write bad haikus, and senryus about girls I've lost my chance with. and in response to a positive comment on the"Amanda" senryus, left by Pleasing_Tint: Ta, muchly, Pleasing. Bad haiku's my best vent, since-- I never get laid. The Spider The itsy, bitsy spider, crawlin’ on my face-- die, you fucker, die! |