Archive for the ‘Musing’ Category


 

a monster, truly 

it’s a shame

you can’t drink tea

anymore

perhaps you ought’ve

stuck with

drinking coffee,

but no one would say

you were the most

sensible;

you did trade a ruby

for a marble

you were the wolf that turned

to shatter the heart of a girl whose

only crime was loving you—

i remember you told me i didn’t have

a temper,

but you should have felt the impact

of a hurricane by now;

i hope every time you’re with her

you’re haunted by the shadows of my name

that the sunsets of my dreams shatters through

yours causing only nightmares

until you can look yourself in the face and see yourself

for what you truly are:

a monster.

 

Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: May 5, 2017 in Musing, Poetry
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she wasn`t a Playboy Bunny

 

she spat toothpaste

into the sink

mumbling

that there was

nothin`

“underground“

about my poetry

nothin` worthy

of Bukowski & ink;

she had

pink pubic hairs

and her old man

drank a lot of

nothin`

while I stood there

thinkin`

on how

I was a fool

to believe

easter eggs

fell

out of her snatch

 

 

Tom Hatch

Posted: February 10, 2017 in Musing, Poetry
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A Dance

Simple Life?
She puts on
Michael Buble with a sigh
He sings Leon Russell’s
“A Song For You”
We dance and sing
I spin and fall
Dislocating my
Finger after all
On the floor

The Emergency Room
Wants and will bill $500 bucks
The doctor relocated my
Dislocated finger
I howled
The beautiful black
Nurse with blond hair
Rubbed my legs up and down
It feels better don’t you think
She said
Don’t Stop I want my
$500 bucks worth, I said
Blond hair
She has Blond hair
$500 dollars she makes it fine
My wife paid the bill
what the fuck

 

 

Randall Rogers

Posted: February 6, 2017 in Haiku, Musing
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Boxing the wind
I knocked the North Pole
Out cold

John Grey

Posted: January 24, 2017 in Musing, Poetry
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PEST CONTROL

A flea kicks me down the stairs.

A fly keeps me guessing.

A gnat figures that a full grown man

is a suitable opponent in a battle to see

who can bite the other first.

A mosquito is not one to ever

fall in love with me.

It’s always hate at first sight.

And then there’s that fly,

buzzing here, there.

treachery with wings.

A bed bug steals my sleep.

A tick ticks me off.

The fly finds a crumb

then it calls me a crumb

under its fly-blown breath.

Ants are on the march.

They wish to enslave me.

It’s a contest as to whether

they or the termites

will get to me first.

The moth imagines itself

a tiger moth airplane.

It threatens to drop the big one.

The fly points out

exactly where to hit.

But. while its attention

is elsewhere.

I grab the swatter.

slap it into insect hell.

Thus, the fight back begins.

Meanwhile, Martha irritates me.

Jenny only calls

when I don’t want to hear from her.

Chrissy two-times.

Holly has no time at all.

But please be patient, I tell them.

The invertebrates saw me first.

Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: January 22, 2017 in Musing, Poetry
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assholes

 

 

I awoke

with my spinal cord

detached

from the stem

of a once

beautiful

rose

 

bitter brae`s

have lost

their dimension

of poetry

 

water writhes

trying

to break free

from the depth

of its

arid ocean

 

and I’m dying

for a thirst

of your

misery

 

’cause I have this poem here

see

 

but you`d rather I recite

the deficit

of poets

with ingenious titles

 

I don’t have time

to be

what’s proper

 

time is ticking

and the world is running out

of assholes

to shove my poetry in

 

 

Jeremy Bioletti

Posted: January 18, 2017 in Fiction, Flash, Musing
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LINDA

 

You can sit outside chatting with the other losers.

But I know you like me.

You think I’ m cool.

You like to collect cool people eh it’s your buzz.

I don’t come very often.

Why don’t you sit up the front.

When I say “kissed me on my other lips”

and “my big fat clit” you might get a hard on.

When I ask “did I cheat using sex”? I want you

to shrug and say, “I didn’t hear any cheating.”

You know I’m an alcoholic.

Don’t feel bad for me it’s my own fault and

besides I love drinking booze.

Man up it’s not a death sentence.

Order a bottle of wine while I dance a little.

Can you rub my back.

One of my boobs is bigger than the other.

You know, I am not what I seem.

I’ve been struggling at work.

Drunk first thing in the morning.

I don’t think I am ever going to have children.

The sadness dripped out of her on to the floor.

I don’t know whether anything will happen

between us.

You should be flattered that I would even

consider such a possibility.

After all I am a total babe.

My skin is golden.

My long dark hair flows round my beautiful

shoulders.

I am just so fucking goddam hot.

Once at a party I showed this guy specks of

blood on my white dress which I said were

from my vagina.

I know I am really flirty.

When I get shit-faced I just can’t help it.

I love stiff young cock and pussy too.

I think I like pussy even more.

Whichever it is it has to be good looking.

Sometimes I get sick of men.

Anyway this guy wasn’t sure what to do.

Should I have said take my dress off and

wash it for me while I blow you

or I really need a pad!

He was a honey and a great friend.

I take a lot of ecstasy which is why I want to

hug people all the time.

Linda was a great dancer.

The inner thigh muscles on her legs flexed

and framed her pussy as she danced.

I wondered to myself whether she was

wearing a g-string.

The thought of it haunted me.

She had a beautiful ass.

I thought I was going to go crazy.

When she went away to Italy for a holiday

and didn’t come back I was devastated.

I smoked packets of cigarettes hoping

she would walk down the street.

I finally levelled out of my infatuation

with Linda and got back to thinking about other things.

That’s when Kay walked in.