Tag Archive: really bad poetry


FTW

Silent
swift wind,
sweeps tables
clear. Scattered
thoughts,
in disarray,
vacuous heat,
claiming,
the day.

Furrowed brow,
shaking fist,
stomping feet,
writing
bad poetry,
in this
heat.

Politics of Being

Why do I care,
about the fly, going
into the fridge?
It’s a fly, going to
die, in what,
two days?
The food, is
protected. Why
do I care?
The moths, I
catch, and
release.
The spiders,
I move,
from shower
streams…
I guess, it’s
because, they
are alive.
God,
made them-
why
unmake
them?

Banana Phone

Ringing…
curiously
George, answers
the
banana.

Silent Sam
strolls. Seeing
senseless scars
scattered.
Shady,
sulking streets,
starving-
scribbled
signs,
stony stares
set.
Screaming
schizos see,
soundless,
smoky
shades-
scared,
Sally Sue
skates,
sideways.
Scurvy skies
sunken
sockets,
skeletons,
seeking
solace.
Shoe-less,
shirtless-
serve-less,
senseless,
shenanigans.