The Vicodan Fog |
$50 was taken our of my pocket
and 10 pearly white vicodans,
each speckled with blue as if Jackson Pollack was resurrected and hired by Phizer,
filled the empty space.
These pills were special,
...
Posted by The Underbelly of Postmodern Poetry on Tue, 05 Aug 2008 11:48:00 PST |
The Rainbow Staircase |
I was stumbling home after a night of alcohol and mushrooms
and the sidewalk swirled,
one black ant turned into an army,
the puddles seemed deep enough to drown in
and I was fucked up.
I ...
Posted by The Underbelly of Postmodern Poetry on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 10:36:00 PST |
Public Intoxication |
I mowed my friend's lawn for $10 cash,
$30 worth of weed
and then headed to the bar,
crushing a Klonopin to dust
and spreading the once solid pills ashes across the crystallized buds.
I arrived ...
Posted by The Underbelly of Postmodern Poetry on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:47:00 PST |
The Most Disgusting Sexual Act I’ve Ever Seen |
Cock fingering appeared on the computer screen
and I couldn't help myself.
I clicked on enter,
not knowing the horror that awaited me.
I chose the first picture of a cute blonde.
She was ...
Posted by The Underbelly of Postmodern Poetry on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 10:41:00 PST |
Dark Expectations |
The bridge of my nose numbs
and thoughts of worthlessness trace my brain.
The showers fall steadily,
the clouds glow gloom
and the birds sing songs of death.
Thunder rumbles in the distance
and...
Posted by The Underbelly of Postmodern Poetry on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 11:48:00 PST |
Cock Transplants |
If you watch as much porn as I do,
you might have noticed transvestite's always possess big cocks.
Why?, I ask God.
Most of them want their cocks removed,
so I say let's recycle.
S...
Posted by The Underbelly of Postmodern Poetry on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 12:29:00 PST |
Stop Bitching About the Cigarette Tax |
Tobacco kills many
and in ruthless ways.
Visit a cancer ward
and smell the death,
watch the souls float into the shadows of the passerby before you.
Go into a room,
see the ghost white fac...
Posted by The Underbelly of Postmodern Poetry on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 11:40:00 PST |
My 1st Fan Letter |
You are a poor misguided fool.
You know what,
for you to think that your writing justifies
the fact that you abuse the system
is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.
I hope you chok...
Posted by The Underbelly of Postmodern Poetry on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 12:55:00 PST |
The Night I Fucked the Phone |
It was a cold and breezy night,
yet I dripped with sweat filled of ecstasy
and thoughts of orgasms.
I dialed her number
and her sweet southern twang filled my ears.
She buzzed her vibrato...
Posted by The Underbelly of Postmodern Poetry on Thu, 29 May 2008 07:26:00 PST |
The Bukkake |
I walked out onto the porch to get high
and heard moaning
as I looked down at a tan lined ass gyrating around
and 2 pink balls flopping.
I laughed and walked to the outdoor chimney,
atte...
Posted by The Underbelly of Postmodern Poetry on Sat, 24 May 2008 08:35:00 PST |
