A collaborative poem by
Dan T. & Leah Hunt
You look like a rape scene
Waiting to happen.
The look on your face
Is the same look as when
You sit — silent, expectant:
A necrophile’s wet dream.
Don’t squirm too hard, darling
I can tighten my grip
With a cool, furtive tongue.
I can heal you
If you want me to
If only you’d let me
But I understand —
It’s hard to say “I do”
When your mouth is bound by electrical tape.
Stay afraid and waiting
Cowering and craving, ready for anything.
You’ll never disappoint me.
A Winter of Disappointment
Is it snowing?
I ask as she pulls into the driveway
“No, um…” she says,
“It’s just the ashes from your cigarette”
Like an owl caught in a generator,
I abscond the upwind
And squander the sky while
Passing judgement on you for following.
Smoking cloves and looking ridiculous,
it’s miraculous you were bred into existence, you
Myopic, dunderheaded cyclops.
You think your willowy-slender-reed-in-the-wind act is cute but
I think your mercurial back-and-forth
Is as interesting as
Seaweed floating in the gutter
It’s as non-pareil as
Artillery loaded with salt rock
Or milk that’s started to uncurl
Your ego is that of a rodomontade:
Twice elusive like
A ghost who’s
Cut the cheese
I’d call you a cowbird but
You’d probably think I was comparing truffles
To a svelte bilious quahog.
I’m on vacation
I’ll write two poems to catch up
When I get back
Lack of motivation
A room of one’s own
(Don’t judge me, monkey)
Yes, random crazy person. Please tell me how infowars.com is a valid source of information that operates without bias or agenda. You seem like a reasonable and lucid person whose theories on social responsibility are well-thought out and supported by evidence. Of course I’ll join the revolution with you. Here. I’ll go get the Kool-Aid.
Just because you have a thought
Just because you distrust
Just because you question everything and
Just because you’re convinced the jackboots
Are marching just down the street
What are you going to do, once
Armed with your righteous indignation?
What social responsibility
Do you hope to accomplish
With ball bearings and bag of fertilizer?
I should trust you?
I should agree with your premises?
Should I, too, stray from the path of enlightenment
And return with you to the cave?
Is that what you want from me?
A pat on the back?
You believe the world is a fucked up place?
How very insightful!
How very helpful!
I sure do wish I could give a shit so
I could possibly be as
Wise and all-knowing
What baffles me most:
You can’t even begin to understand
That misinformed knowledge
Results in malformed action
That just because you rattle your saber and
Build utopia, one bricked convert at a time
You cannot get me on the boat.
You’re just as inactive as the rest.
Your social responsibility is motivated
By a box in your basement
Your social action and cries for accountablity
Are spoken to a guy behind a counter
Pulling a double shift.
You think together we can
Start a revolution?
Well, you know…
We’re all doing what we can
Are the worst kind
The kind that believes they are
Apparently I missed yesterday’s daily. So here are a pair of haikus today to make up for being late. Sorry.
The walls are melting
Alpha brainwaves in REM state
A sharp numb bundle
WORLD IS MY OYSTER!
… Man, I really HATE oysters
Therefore, I. Hate. World.
a quick pantun
Senseless tragedies do not require your prayers
I fear the language of the “full force of justice”
Our enemies list’s a game of musical chairs
Miss America is a terrible actress