we started clubs
to feel like we were a part of something
we wanted to be liked
to feel like our contributions of existence were worthwhile
we excluded others
to feel like we were valuable
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #739
spam thinks I’m a man
no, I will not get hard after clicking on that link
no, I do not want a Russian bride
no, I do not need a tiny pill to make me smarter
Poem #738
backlit office supplies
getting lost for hours
among the potentials
Poem #737
dying girl holds her stomach
complains of the pains
cat continues to lick himself
Poem #736
we play the pretend game
you pretend
and I pretend not to know you’re pretending
never acknowledging the winner
Poem #735
lesbians scream
it is a fact — well-known — that dead mice are shriek-worthy creatures that should be handled with the utmost care, especially when shaking them free from the predatory jaws of a teenage kitten only to fall on a foot, after splitting a lip reaching under the table for said kitten
Poem #734
cockroach caught
in the widow’s web
never chomped
a senseless death
Poem #733
she lives in the woods
you wouldn’t think so
seeing her in the suit
but when the clock strikes five,
she is wild.
her hair golden among the green
a forest nymph or perhaps a fox
she runs barefooted
the ground is hard,
but her feet are harder.
the air is cold and it burns her throat
the cold electrifies her
she screams with life
until late in the night,
she lies among the dirt and leaves.
before the sun is up
she is up
she washes in the stream
donning her suit once again,
she is society.
Poem #732
the loneliest boy didn’t get it
why they only talked when he left
he didn’t understand
no matter how hard he tried
he was isolated
he would smile
he would laugh
he would say whatever silly thing that came to mind
they might smile back
but it didn’t move further than that
he was alone
he hated it
but it never changed.
Poem #731
crazy is an idle mind
those annoying tick!tick!tick!’s
time passes
one simply must do… something
anything.
a drive for productivity
sends the brain into frenzy:
jump off the roof,
sprout intense emotions,
experience misery,
rip away the non-essential,
die.
just keep busy.