Write a poem, or I WILL squish you

On Tuesday I said
monday should be dead
uh huh

because monday doesn't care
about how I felt on sunday
or where

uh huh

I said
tomorrow is my friend
I know
I hear

uh huh

I'm thinking that
Monday and Sunday
have something to say
today

uh huh
I said

uh huh.

There once was a person named Forgery.
Who smiled at everyone cordially.
One day, he faked someone's name
and thought it was a game
and got a judge very orderly.

a hovering lie
he must be alright
cause his friends are tight
and worthless ideas can fly

An amoeba named Sam and his brother
Were having drinks with each other
In the midst of their quaffing
They split their sides laughing
So now each of them is a mother.

That brings a tear to my eye.

That brings a tear to my eye.

Dark and lonely on a summer's night.
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

Watchdog barking. Do he bite?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

Slip in his window. Break his neck.
Then his house I start to wreck.
Got no reason. What the heck?

Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
C-I-L my land lord

hm

Pamplemousse, your the best
You kick ass on all the rest
I will not drink another pop
I've had one of you and I can't stop
So Pamplemousse if your listening today
I just want you to hear me say
That I love your not too sweet tangy blast
and the burping you cause gets rid of my gas.

There once was a nun from siberia
she had a very sexy interior

She tripped on a stump
Got f@cked by a monk

Now shes Mother Superior

So stuff our throats with nylon and bind our souls with petrol
Silk does not line your sould and nor does mine

If given the suffering of bandit or the exuberance of a whore which would you prefer?

Tanks think in green armor piercing shells, with thoughts fired from thoughtless cannons.

Like the children we've become,

apart

detached.

Like Dickens' orphans with porridge bowls in a bread line we fend for mana and love

Never finding either.

Flush me, then, with your excuses

O rotten bud of rose.

May my Mays precede flowering Aprils with shiny black hair and silver capped teeth.

I look to the right
nothing but dumb shits
in my sight

I try to be independent
my soul is always ascendent


but I look to the left
and I look to the right
my heart is descendent
I am not dependent

I'm alright.

I made a terrible mistake
lost many important
files on the G drive
I tried
similar to the messages
cancel and therefore did not move
I opened
was empty

I looked in recycle and
were not there.

My hope is that
magic
Otherwise, back-up
Otherwise,
manually from hard copies
I am willing to
to correct my terrible, careless Monday

but can come in earlier if you need me
will do whatever
error and restore
created work I was tired
continue to trust me
home number is
and my cell

is it necessary to post it here & could you please supply a few details of what being squished would involve for those of us that might rather wish
to be squished.

Squish me squash me
Please don't forget
To wash me
Before you boil
My sweet yellow bulb
Squash is a delight to behold!

So squish me if this isn't a poem
But squash is a game
Like racquetball
And a vegetable that people grow
In the Fall

and those that quarrel be damned

Red,
Like blood,
A wet leaf clung to hair.
He never thought how it had landed there.
Instead, it blinded
It reminded him.
He saw his life in another?
A pendragon on the field
His furious charge beneath him
Pawing at the ground,
While a red drip of sun reflected in a metal lance
Had caught him in his brow?
And now,
His hand retrieved the leaf
And let it fall
To, once again, forget
It all.

When the Poles have melted,
and fetid flood waters encircle your
Texas Chainsaw Massacre Mansion...

When the last eagle chokes for the last time
on industrial emissions so thick that
they're almost solid...

When the streets overflow with unwanted babies
whose empty stomachs growl angrily at you
from the other side of the golf course...

When the thousands of unemployed, underpaid, uninsured,
overtaxed, overworked, overwhelmed
desperately storm your gates no longer caring about consequences...

Is that when you'll start to give a damn?

The Drunk

By Jared Thacker


He sits He drinks
beer, whiskey or maybe tequila
He chooses to be alone
the world causes him pain
He needs his escape


He sits He drinks
not in a bar or pub
but in his house alone
thinking of oppurtunies blown


He sits He drinks
The cheapest high gravity beer he finds
the strongest whiskey he finds
the good tequila when it's right


He sits He drinks
Talks to friends that are not there
tells them what he did and where
impresses them with knowledge to spare


He sits He drinks
he's been like this since she's been gone
she's in the great beyond
he passes out with the tv on


He awakes He's thirsty
need's booze to drown it out
hands the money to the cerk with a cigarette in his mouth
when the clerk is asked who is that?
he replies "dunno some old drunk"


Hope you like it

Driving north out of town today
through wheatfields
and newly plowed patches of earth
looking at the dark rich soil
I wanted you,
wanted you to press yourself into me
press me into the open field
until my curves
become the contours of the ground beneath us.

Your arms tight around me
your mouth tender
your tongue insistent
on my lips...skin...neck...breasts
your fingers delicate
along my back
like the wind across the top of the grass.

I split open
like the earth ripped apart in a quake
a deep valley suddenly empty
longing to be filled
as if you entering me would bring us both
into the dark mystery of the earth herself.

Ridiculous and Impossible

tomorrow morning
meaning, never
maybe I'll feel better

Note 1.

Punch your fist into water, pull back again.

Where's the hole you made?


Note 2.

Tonight he sleeps with another.
Does he curl against her
like two prawns on ice?
Does she ever wake him with shivering
and crying out, or is that
one of the inconveniences he's glad he left?


Note 3.

The kids say, "I love you too"
when their phone call from her ends.


Note 4.

And who said
nobody could be replaced?

A lone eagle soars.



Through the canyons made of men.



She will seek the sky

On this cold morning
I curl myself around your absence
warming myself with memory
remembrance of how you felt against me
lingering in an empty embrace.
Down the hall the toilet flushes -
you return.