BEAUTY
i always thought cunt was a beautiful word
not gorgeous like a sunset
but like a slick, dripping cunt
beautiful

i called you both those words before
you liked one but hated the other
despite me saying them both
meaning the same fucking thing

FUCK IT
i want to live today like i don’t give a shit
i want to spend my christmas bonus on blow
merry christmas everyone, it’s snowing
i want to throw a party that everyone remembers
i want to grab a chunk of your hair and bite your lip
and walk away when you act disgusted
i want to start a fist fight just to see what happens
i want to read everything bukowski ever wrote
and drink and write poetry all night
i want to hit on girls out of my league
i want to sing along to my cd player with my windows down
and not get embarrassed at the light
i want to blow a rail off your ass while you’re on all fours
i want to put a couch on the yard and sit on it
and raise my beer to passing cars
i want to do pull-ups until i vomit
i want to tell management to fuck itself
and take a vacation alone

UNFORTUNATE
I had a great time last night
Not the kind you usually talk about
Or admit
But I have a game I like to play
It’s called Snort a rock
And try to jerk off before your dick stops working
Title is a work in progress
I’ll have you know I succeeded
Which is great because it always sucks
To lose a one player game
Like when you get an ace stuck
Playing solitaire
Or even worse, when you can’t get
A hard on playing Snort a rock
And try to jerk off before your dick stops working
Very unfortunate
When that happens

I WROTE A POEM USING THE WORD WHATEVER
i read
absurdist poetry
in a slow
quiet voice
kind of
like one of those
stoner comedians
who tell jokes
with no punchlines
and when
i write
absurdly
i call it
poetry
even though my mom
used to tell me
'you can't say fuck
in a poem'

whatever
mom

 

(Shannon Peil gets published some places and rejected from others. He edits for people who know what they are doing at http://amphibi.us.)