Ten tiny poems, straight from the heart.
1. Shooting Blanks
Why does it matter so much
How people get their rocks off
When polar bears tiptoe on ice
And girls are shot in the face
For knowing things?
2. Bourgeois
There’s a little bourgeois
Treading on my tail,
Even when I cross the bridge and
Pass up the wilted kale.
It followed me to school one day
Despite my plugs and boots,
I fear it even shows itself
In my birthday suit.
3. Blind
Is it really because we’re quite blind, that we slip up on moonbeams, and sit trapped in sunshine, like bugs in smooth amber, with nowhere to clamber to even when Everything says jump in, the water’s fine?
4. The Puppy
Unperturbed by if they wash Or what their annual income, The puppy chewed on passing humans, Wired to pull heartstrings with overlarge head Mewling rejoinders, and slip soft skin, Calming the itch of teeth breaking, On any biteable heart.
5. Shrapnel
It stings
Like shrapnel.
Or a million edges
To think that you will never
Gather my splinters in your mouth,
Un-crease me with your tongue,
Collect me in your eyes.
It stings
Like shrapnel.
Or a million edges
To think that we must lie
Scattered
Several
Separate
Star-like
In their brutal sky.
6. Devil Scissors
Oh and the desire To stave off this hunger To fill the piranha jaws That romp around viscera - Little monsters, Garden shears Devil scissors, leave me alone or Eat each other, midget cannibals! I’m here to run the triathlon, Please stop tripping me. #imposter
7. Lobster
Flesh under fingernails, crackling exoskeleton in fiery spices orange as lust. Sucks and swallows, (charming smile) eating death with silver. Sips crystal, charmingly, perfect lips in a perfect ‘o’. Backwash with flesh floaties imperceptible to the naked eye.
8. Vodka
Throw it down a sewer and it turns things silver. Emerge from the Ugly, and burst into small talk with a flick of the wrist, and a broken shot glass. Splinters far-flung seep into the night. Tiny bubbles rise, like goldfish waiting to get out. Shards of home, like deadly little slivers of silence, watch the metamorphosis. Crunch, beneath my feet. Evil ice: you never melt.
9. The Afro
‘Everything is a metaphor for itself’
I heard someone say, a life away from here.
Then today I saw a boy with curly hair
And an aura of anything that pleased him –
And I got what they were on about.
10. Chimp Sneeze: A Koan
If a chimpanzee sneezed
into my bloodstream
And Peter Singer
wasn’t around to notice,
Would it still be wrong? #pfizer
Kōan (公案) (/ˈkoʊæn,–ɑːn/; Chinese: 公案; pinyin: gōng’àn, [kʊ́ŋ ân]; Korean: 화두, hwadu; Vietnamese: công án): story, dialogue, question, or statement in Zen practice that provokes “great doubt”.
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