Category: Poetry

Individual World: A Poem

What makes you what you are 

Is not how they see you 

Is not how they treat you 

What makes you what you are 

Is not how they place you 

In places of confinement, of wrong pegs 

In unappreciated and spit-on places 

Where is that magic land of milk and honey? 

Where is it? 

And how do you obtain it? 

The United States is about to fall 

Cities of the Red Night 

Have to take over 

The smoldering ashes of bureaucracy 

Insolvent banks 

Need more solutions 

Are you refusing to hear the question? 

What a fine mess of things! 

The people are the future

Because the leaders gave up the punchcard 

America already went through the French Revolution 

Will this be another? 

The future looks scary and grim 

No hope for the dye that’s cast 

Cliché outcomes 

What hope is there when the forecast of the future is uncertain? 

What’s the point? 

To be what you are? 

When there’s nothing left? 

How important can it really be? 

Cliché questions, devoid of original thought 

Answers, with no clue to fix 

The Place of Dead Roads is getting ancient old 

Methuselah calls 

Says, ‘What’s wrong with pussy? And dick?’

What’s wrong? 

A stitch in time eventually breaks the same rhyme 

Do something different this time! 

Sick of the fall of Rome! 

Sick of the fall of Troy! 

Sick of the fall of Greece! Of Athens! Of Sparta!  

Sick of the fall of civilization stretched out to thousands and thousands of years! 

Do something different this time!’ 

The stock exchange is tired, needs a change 

A fulcrum without a proper dictum 

The desert yearns for rain 

Repression storage 

The air conditioned nightmare 

Where everything is conditioned  

Through patriotic air filters, no shelter from the hill 

Where little talking pages become bills 

And people, walking people, incessant talking 

Of weather, of what’s in fashion 

On their way to become bills on capitol hill 

Is that what you are? 

Is that the alternative? 

A face stands out of the crowd and laughs at the future’s plight 

A poet that gets to the point 

The people know where the wind blows 

But the poet laughs and has a spring in the step 

Pep in the pants 

But what of the dry sands of the Wasteland? 

What of the grim outlook? 

But that’s not the inlook! 

That’s not what makes you what you are! 

That’s not the poet! 

The world is shared with the I 

The I of your I 

But finding it, finding it, how to find it? 

How to find your own rhyme, your own voice? 

It’s a choice! It’s a choice! 

And the decision is left 

To decide to pursue 

A new path, a new way, a way around 

How they see you 

How they treat you 

How they place you 

A way around  

The future 

Because 

None of that 

Makes you 

What you really are 

What the future really is 

That’s up to you 

To decide 

So I’ve Been Told: A Sex Poem

When it comes to sex, I am a pervert

My conventions are a little unconventional

My aims are too lusty and too radical

At least, that’s what I’ve been told

By parent/teacher conferences

By suburban and urban posers

Trying to do the same thing

Only in a different way

(and wrong, you don’t do it halfway, couples. Mean what you say)

See the thing is, I revere sex

I can’t get enough because I never had enough

But to be completely honest with you

I was dirty from the start

At least, that’s what I’ve been told

Now I agree with that

But I get it

Can’t get too capitalistic about banging the planet

Bombing the planet, well that’s a different story

And any news correspondent can tell you that

But banging the planet?

Nah, too many diseases

Makes me wish it was the 60’s all over again

What I would do for that summer of love!

What I would do for that blissful ignorance!

To touch anything! To touch anything!

Now am I saying that? Not quite

But that’s what I’ve been told

By Public School Morning Announcements

By elementary school principals

By concerned teachers

And yet, the youth saw the consequences

And we knew better than anyone

Summer of love? For the kids of the 90’s?

You think that shit happened?

I mean look at our attempt at Woodstock!

That should tell you a thing or two

About what we were told

About what we grew up seeing on the news

We didn’t have that moment to really appreciate sex

Because the consequences were already shoved in our faces

We didn’t stand a chance

We used to watch old sitcoms and think

Did they seriously live like that?

Where’s the junky?

Where’s the bum?

Where’s the beef?

Ancient world

Long since dead

Day one of the government shutdown

Maybe they don’t want to live in this new world

Of adults, of old age

They want their old world back, and there’s no going back

I’m not whining here you skeptical fuck so listen up!

Don’t give me that ‘Where’s the solutions?’ crap!

I ain’t trying to depress you

I’m just up here saying what I feel

About 800,000 government employees

And not one grown up among them to knock some sense

On both sides of the fence

(if there’s really a fence

is it an absence of sex?

on both sides of the fence?)

And have them work together instead of bickering like they say kids do

And me?

I’ve seen better teamwork and compromises with kids

Shit I remember!

Flag football and basketball and kickball and all those other games

And school projects and school plays

A lot of laughing, a lot of snickering

But they had the teamwork thing down!

Maybe the problem is we expect the adults to know what’s best

And the trick is

We have to work together to find out what that is

Because look at the ones in power

Even the small ones

Anybody know what the fuck they’re doing?

I say let the kids run the show

Give them a shot to fuck things up

Why not?

They’re already changing the world

Old and youth have to do the ol’ switch-a-roo

That’s my kind of world

The old motto was ‘Don’t Trust Anyone over 30’

But what if I’m a fan of the older ladies?

What if I got a list in mind to please from behind the stage?

I like my first impression to be a deep impression

The deeper the better

I know I have this terrible, terrible yearning

It’s a problem because the more I fuck the more I want

At least that’s what I’ve been told

By mothers who don’t leave daughters alone

By parents who don’t ever want to think of their kids in terms of sex

By the neighborhood watch

Who liked feeling like crap because you felt something warm under your blanket?

Who liked feeling like you did something terrible, because you did something so natural?

Does rape exist? Of course it does!

But is all sex rape?

Is all groping wrong?

It’s not fun and transcendent, unless both feel it, unless both want it

Am I a rapist because I have a giant animal inside of me?

Because I look forward to those moments?

Because I like to get a pussy wet? A cock hard?

Because I like to give it so much?

Because I like to see the faces of the people I please?

And give them some release if only for one day?

Did anyone really get ‘The World According to Garp’, or what?

That’s what I’ve been told by PTA meetings

By the public media

I am a menace and I need to be stopped

But tell that to my pen!

Tell that to my heart!

Tell that to my passionate lust!

I’m not preaching the gospel of raves or ecstasy either

I don’t need none of that

To fuck like a sensual man

Because that’s what I really am

I got standards and class about tapping dat ass

Excuse the urban lingo please

I think there’s some old ladies in the back playing bingo

Shh keep it quiet!

Don’t tell them that!

Kids don’t fuck! They uh… play hopscotch until they’re thirty

Is that what the old ladies are calling it these days? No shit!

And who am I?

The worst pervert of all

The one with too much sex in the blood

It’s funny because I used to know a lot of people who tried on my style

Didn’t look right on them because they weren’t artists

I mean REAL artists

Or sexually progressive parents

Must have sucked growing up in that house, but I can relate

I think all of our sexual problems stem from our conceptions of sex

Of what were told it is

Sex isn’t taboo to me!

Last week I got my wife of five years a lap dance!

That was a fun night!

We all went back to our place and…

But that’s another story

What I am saying is this:

Sex is missing something

Something crucial

Something society has forcibly removed

In place of twerking, jerking, and all the other illusions of real sensuality

That are force-fed to unsuspecting kids and parents

That’s not what sex is, people!

That’s not what I’m talking about!

Don’t be bamboozled now!

Those are just scare tactics, to degrade sex, to put a bad spin on it

Don’t let them make you ashamed of what you feel kids!

Sex can be something beautiful if your parents let it

If you let it

Sex is missing sensuality

Sex is missing style!

Why so much drama?

Why so much jealousy and hate?

Why so much shame?

Is a relationship just two genitals wrapped in matrimony?

I don’t buy that

I banged my wife on the first night

Five years and change since together

Stronger than ever

But I don’t mind sharing

And neither does she

But we have standards too

Not just any john or jane are invited to play

You better leave your twerking ass at the door

Because what I’m talking about is a lot more personal

And makes you feel a lot more vulnerable

And ain’t as easy

It’s a deeper connection, a deeper penetration than that

So many can’t handle it, so many fake it

And I hate the pretenders; can spot them a mile away

You can call me a swinger but that ain’t it

I put more thought in my choices

And I don’t abuse the proceeds too much

I’m here to break some morals and give it purpose

A talking taboo with a walking erection

(I named him Elwood like the Blues Brothers)

Listen to the black censor bar in front of you!

I’m the bad influence who says not to beat yourself up

I’m the bad influence who doesn’t want you to feel ashamed!

In fact I encourage you to feed the wild animal!

But don’t just throw it any scraps you have lying around on your block

Respect the beast! Acknowledge it’s there!

Tell your parents to clear it and explore your body!

Make it an art form again!

Or better yet get a friend to help you

As kids we know the price of sex, more than most

We can be responsible about our lust!

It doesn’t have to be rape!

We can push the boundaries and not make the same mistakes as our parents

Have you seen Gen X lately?

So many are aging better now

Some look better than when they were teens

Its okay Gen X the absent parents are gone, you can come out now

Rediscover your youth that you never had, that you never were allowed!

I’m not saying to screw anything that moves!

I’m saying be the start of the new generations of ageless adults!

Of a new psycho-sensual revolution!

Better than all the others!

It’s not just about sex, or just about getting laid like the 60’s or the 70’s or the 80’s

It’s more than that, more cerebral than that

It’s about changing the standards of sex

It’s about bringing back Athens

Growing up, I didn’t get enough tail so I had to see a shrink

Best shrink in the world

There were bouncers at the door, and the floors were always sticky

Got me through some hard times if you know what I mean

I survived youth through my few contacts with sex

I want all that to change

I am not going to let happen to the kids what happened to Generation X!!!

Be more artistic about your approach to sex

Don’t let the adults tell you what that is

Figure it out for yourself

Define it for yourself

Learn how to handle it first

I know it’s one of the hardest things to do in life

But go out boy! Go out girl!

Feed the beast! Tame your animal! Let it speak for once!

Whatever it takes!

Don’t let sex be a pop twerking media fuck-fest

Change its definitions!

Change that perspective!

Let sex and sensuality be something beautiful again, something not so serious

Something natural and evolved

Something not EVER equated with rape and violence!

It’s not the same thing! It’s not the same thing! It’s not what I mean!

So drop the devil’s advocate bit and really listen to me!

In the future I see us all having sex and maintaining relationships at the same time

Full steam ahead! Or else-

What was all this modern life for?

To continue the violent monotony of history?

A modern life… to create a sexual upheaval in society…

Now wouldn’t that make more sense?

Wouldn’t that be some kind of return on our investment?

It’s not like our 401K are worth a crap (whatever that is)

The planet is shot for shit

Oil is done

The suburbs are pretty much owned by banks

So can’t we get something back?

Is that too much to ask of a distopian future, of a robbed youth?

You see folks?

I’m a genuine Grade-A pervert of the lowest kind

At least, that’s what I’ve been told

By the old and empty

For being forever young-

-at heart