i sit
in my chair
after lunch
grabbing 15
minutes
of shut-eye
i tell myself
i’m good
i’m better
i’m brave
as i sleep
yet every time
i wake up
i’m still the same
sorry son of a bitch
I started as
with apologies to Buk
Category: free verse
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it’s easy to look back at my old pals and remember
there’s billy who ended up wrapped around a telephone pole
and mcconie who got shived on the docks
motier got his when a drug deal went bad
they’ve been dead a long time now so they’re not going anywhere
i’m still ticking wishing that someone cared enough to shiv me or rob me or drive me headfirst through a car window
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june sucked on me hard enough to blister why you biting down so hard i sd june sd that she didn’t like me much so she wanted to leave a mark
i layback and enjoyed it ‘cause head’s head and i knew it wd make her even more mad that I don’t care about blisters
eat a bowl of fuck June sd as she rinsed off in the sink there ain’t no more love for sale tonight
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Behind me he leapt in jungle-mad pursuit
The wilds of Nielsen Park a blur
Baseball cards in spokes
A discarded beer bottle led to bluebottle flies massing
Stalking in formation, gathering strength as we drank
Hard men, not my own, older, jagged hurtfuls
The bush exploded as I leapt in antelope fear, my hooves a staccato
He shoved me into the fence, heart pounding, his hand on my thin, thundering chest
Sweat stung my fly-flicker lips as his maw stretched
His thick club in roaring hand, his Sam Browne swinging
I kneel down, thanking him for not arresting me
I sucked a cop’s cock and got off that day
Outlaw Poetry 