love with a Poet sucks
I read your poem
I liked your poem
it said everything
but conveyed
nothing worthy
of redeeming us
just a disclaimer
and a discretion
attached to a refund
of words
written just for me
Posts Tagged ‘BoySlut Magazine’
KYLE
It was freshman year of college Kyle
you and me hanging out in your room.
Me crying over the boyfriend
I left behind back home,
you doing the same about your girl.
It was a new city for me, Kyle
and I didn’t have any friends yet really
and I thought that maybe this could be
just that
after you hugged me goodbye
and held on for a little too long.
But it wasn’t until two years later
outside poetry class
when you came up to me
angry
and called me a tease
told me that I had started something
that day that I didn’t finish.
Made me remember
10th grade when Rob told me
the worst thing a girl can do is give
a guy blue balls.
When he said that I started to think I had some kind of power
over boys
a power I needed to be careful with.
Something that could medically cripple them,
I thought of this
as the word
slut
bubbled up out of your mouth
and I realized there is power here
but it does not belong to me, Kyle.
Gabriella Garofalo
Posted: May 5, 2017 in Musing, Poetry, ProseTags: BoySlut Magazine, Gabriella Garofalo
Any problems?
Yes, I’m standing at the window
Watching the streets, watching life:
Blue herons, red packets of JPS,
Cobalt blue pills, my closest friends –
Too bad the blind and their dogs,
Too bad the crippled in wheelchairs
Don’t give a damn for this set,
Such a waste of colours!
Oh, fancy that, an old man in green trainers
Is spinning a green windmill, is it hope’s day today?
Heck, no one to ask, Cassandra lost in her thoughts
Wondering ‘are souls for sale?’ while staring
At an empty bottle, the draught is looming,
But no one listens, of course,
Kore shrugs it off, lost in her longing
For those wild white waves
Where she can drown fears and failures,
‘Cept they keep afloat smearing the water –
Plastic is a tough thingy, sister,
Only the fire might dissolve them
But she says no, no, dunno why –
Before I forget, where the heck are you, misery,
Still dragging across the desert
Looking like mad for an oasis?
There, only few miles and you’ll camp in my mind
As soon as the sky flakes out before the screen –
But mind the sins, they’ll cut loose until dawn
And no, don’t ask who gave them flesh, limbs
You must fill, feed, slake, those bodies
Ridden hard and put up wet:
Water, joy, light –
Oh say you can see Pan dancing wild
Among the crowds before the Earth falls silent,
Say you can hear him shouting if my heart
Is game for fun and blast when the shocking moon
Highlights my failures and the blissful lovers –
You can’t, right? Well, neither can I go
All Django Unchained on my earth, my sins,
My heart waiting for the bloody rhythm to quit –
C’mon, God, c’mon border life, we are great pals,
That’s why I so enjoy our jokes, our spats,
That’s why you know I’ve fouled things up
‘Cause I was in love with gardens, dreams
And Jewish blondes –
Only, the writer killed off the lights
After a fast ride on his bike –
Madly in love, I mean, God,
Simple as that, border life –
I kid you not.
THE END
Love.
I knew i was in love when sleeping
On your floor
Was better then sleeping
In my own bed
I knew i was in love when sleeping
On your floor
Was better then sleeping
In my own bed
I knew i was in love when staying in your arms
Was all i wanted
and was better then every other place on earth
I knew i was in love when I cried into coffee cups
and kept drinking anyway,
slept nearly 20 hours a day
Since last Friday
I held onto the hope of you
tighter than my own sanity
I have felt
pathetic
and wrong
and amazed
I knew i was in love when at nights
I wish that with my last breath
I’ll exhale my love for you
And i desperately hoped
It was a cold night
So you could see what you meant to me
I knew i was in love when we were staying
Together in bed and i wrote
‘ Please don’t leave me ‘
With my fingertips on your skin
I knew i was in love when i decided to let you go and I’m happy
That’s the perfect end for a piece of shit story like this
And now i think i might brutally murder the next person
Who says they love me and leaves
I knew i was in love when you looked at me
In the middle of the night
Rain pouring on our faces, phones constantly ringing
with pity somehow and said
‘ listen, i have to go, i don’t know what to say ‘
And i tiredly answered ‘ Don’t worry i know what we are
And i know what we are not ‘
I knew, i just knew that i wanted it to much
And you didn’t want it enough
A basic imbalance
My mom told me once
‘ stop setting yourself of fire for someone
Whostays there and watches you burn ‘
I guess mom was right
I knew i was in love when i realised i used to shake
At the single thought of you loving someone else
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.
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
Hot Pussy
My lady’s female friends always came over for gab fests and ate all our food and drank most of our beverages, which irritated me. The worst thing was they stayed until late into the night and took forever to say goodbye. They were always going to the bathroom to powder their noses, so to speak. This gave me a brilliant devious idea on how to cut their visits short. I went on line to the Lava Co. and ordered Thai Dragon Powder and Bhut Jolokia Red Powder, two of the hottest peppers there are. I diluted the powders with flour and rubbed them in a roll of toilet paper before my lady’s next party. I hung my trap and waited for the results. It wasn’t long before most of the women were squirming and corkscrewing, trying to dry rub their burning crotches on the couch. They were soon grabbing their purses and heading for the door. I was trying to hide my mischievous grin from my quizzical lady. She knew something was up, but couldn’t quite figure it out. When she went upstairs for her shower, I switched the paper and got rid of the burning evidence and scrubbed the toilet seat. I sat down and laughed like hell and read my book by Pearl Sydenstricker Buck, The Good Earth. It was all amusing until my lady’s boss had a heart attack after a huge dump that clogged the toilet. We had to call an ambulance and a plumber. All the women stared at me with accusations in their eyes.
