pinching poems
some of my best poems
began with my pants
around my ankles
a long deep breath
a determined push
then finally
a resounding
plop
some of my best poems
began with my pants
around my ankles
a long deep breath
a determined push
then finally
a resounding
plop
This is Allen Ginsberg’s reading list for his class, “Literary History of the Beats.” (Yes, he is on it.)
For more of this morning’s roundup, click here.
I thought I was well read, but I guess not. Keeping this for future reference…
I want to lose myself
in the burn
of a good bourbon
and the welcoming bed
of a sweet woman
let the confusion
of sex and booze
consume me
tangle me in sheets
and long legs
then smother me
please, with a pillow
as we lie there
sweating and spent,
staring at the ceiling
smoking cigarettes
and sipping fire
so I might slip
into the inevitable
with a smile
I had a root canal done today
And part of me thinks
I only agreed to it for
The pain killers.
They don’t work.
They take the edge
Off...
Is the tongue ever not knotted?
Heat stroke maybe
Had worked out in the sun that day
They must’ve found me in the bathroom
Last thing I remember was turning on
...
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