to make a heap of money—
now when he tries
to smile he smirks
and he only speaks to complain.
You’re going…
Precious Venus blessed
with some of the body’s best
gifts on God’s smudged Earth
appeared at my window at work
with all that jiggle and heaving
—and a divorce decree
to change the name
on her photo ID—
and the seed of my greed
screamed OH GOD I NEED!
You’re going to go…
A suited suburban executive
stomping under an umbrella
through drooling parking lot rain
spat through a scowl at a passer
“MISERABLE
GOD DAMNED DAY!”
You’re going to go through…
It’s as if I’d
grown a gland
that shot hot bolts
through my blood—
all those crude
loud coward dupes
and nasty lucky
punks
insulted me
by being born
and churned my guts
with rage.
You’re going to go through life…
His old eyes blurred
with burning tears
when he thought of what he did
not do—never fought those fools
whose fraternity forced him
to laugh at what he loved
and die a man he loathed.
…like that?
.
GOD DAMNED DAY!”
You’re going to go through…
It’s as if I’d
grown a gland
that shot hot bolts
through my blood—
all those crude
loud coward dupes
and nasty lucky
punks
insulted me
by being born
and churned my guts
with rage.
You’re going to go through life…
His old eyes blurred
with burning tears
when he thought of what he did
not do—never fought those fools
whose fraternity forced him
to laugh at what he loved
and die a man he loathed.
…like that?
.
2 comments:
seems ripe for illustrated-comics/ graphication, that sort of thing
and speaking of comics ideation
howzabout, titlewise:
'Notso Nutso vs. Nutso Notso'
title, that is, of something otherwise different, another work, not your poem, whoops.
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