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Choosing Nicknames

 

My name’s Nicholas Romanov. I give myself the nickname, “tsar.” I print it on cards for my piano school. Nicholas “Tsar” Romanov, Instructor.

 

     Pupils question me. Who gave you that right? Nicknames are earned, they proclaim with righteousness. Nicknames are predicated on allergies. Tics. Quirks.

 

     I tell them people ought to assign their own nicknames. It’s demeaning to have others label on an arbitrary basis. They used to nickname me freak and nerd because I preferred Tchaikovsky over pogs.

 

     I print up more cards, TSAR emblazoned in largest letters.

 

     I lose business, stand firm. I dispense more cards.

 

     I’m a tsar.


river Lily

 

your

whiskey drinking

is handless,

he said

ripping my panties

off

my hips,

 

it`s like a river

that doesn`t

flow

straight


one death at a time

 

i have

onion breath

and

a scar

that says

`wake the dead`.

no more

street vending

hot dogs,

or parkour`ing

around the world

in search of laughter,

in search of love,

when i see my world   

diminishing

every hour,

one death at a time.

tell me  

how do i tell

my unborn child

that i`m not ready

to die

 

yet?

 

 


an Observation

 

i wish

i could tell you

that everything

is going to be

alright, babe,

he said

through an inhale

of

vigilant smoke

 

we were sitting

on a furloughed

porch stoop

on a thursday morning

dragging

on cigarettes, watching

our shallow graves

wade

in timeless

waters

 


regret&sometimes loathing

 

he wasn`t much

for my emotions, `cause

he`d spew insults like

`your poetry

is a prison

with your verses

on death row`

 

and

 

`your insecurities

are like

temporary flowers    

wilting  

in white padded rooms

with black curtains

and no windows`

 

personally, i think

he just missed

partying with strippers

named barbie

and quoting bukowski

to his cat   

 

 


11 a.m.

 

he said

he awoke

with phlegm

in his throat

and

a dirty brunette

fucking with

the sid vicious`ness

of his mind

 

so, he said

he kicked her

off his bed

and she rolled under

and disappeared

like those non`nancy`s

his liver picks up

outside the hollywood liquor

at 11 a.m.

the same liver

that suffers daily

from binge psychosis

and

bullshit poetry


As the Editor and Founder of BoySlut who’s had her share [aplenty] of reading poems on a daily basis and from some of the most renowned underground poets from around the world, I must admit I was not prepared for what Mike Meraz* had in store for She Poems.

 

Read in as little as 15 minutes, not only was each and every poem cleverly versed and multifaceted depicted (with much respect to the women who inspired such genu~ism) these candid and satirical poetic trinkets are sure to not disappoint and to encourage the idea of what “underground” poetry really and truly is.

 

~

 

*reviewers note: If you haven’t read She Poems or anything by Mike Meraz. . .Shame on you!  But here is a list of his chapbooks (in no chronological order):  43, Black~Listed Thoughts, Writhing & Alive, Watching it Burn, Black~Listed Poems; and the link where you can view his online Journal, Black~Listed Magazine:

http://www.black-listedmagazine.blogspot.com/