propeller butt

he told me he had propellers
on his ass and
i wanted to see
he wouldn't show me
i might never see this
phenomenon
but(t)
dammit
i can imagine this
fucking fuck
fucking
while
those things thrust round and round like
a whirligig
on the outer edge
of a tropical hurricane
just to get him goin’
or
maybe to keep him
                         cumMmin’

 

editorsnote #22703-

hellO
listen
i got yer mail (postal)...
hope ya don't think
me too valiant
or exceedingly lazy
that i reply via email...
i've read you
all around the internet
at the better literary pub places
of course i have
no clue if you
are listed with the worst ones
i don’t go there
regardless
what you sent is terrific!...
i hadta laff
especially at the one
you wrote about
the guy who
jumped from a tall building to
his death then
got plastered by an
oncoming taxicab
haha…HA!
i treasure humour
within writing
also...
what you didn't say
in yer note
was what kinda reply
you were looking for...umm
now i assume
you sent these poems
along as an introduction for
maybe...
submitting to
the-hold.com
online
?...
if so
i'd initiate you
ala on da spot (g) ....but
let me know if i got this right!>>?
i mean i do need more
good wallpaper print
if so
you got it...or
i got it now...
onewayortheother
let me know
what's what with what=ever....
but hey
shame to waste
an unpostmarked postage
envelope...
i'll send it back and
maybe you can steam it off or
unlick it.
*jack nicholas smirk*
xo c

 

wal(s)mart(ass)

purchasing
a 20 oz
thermal coffee mug with
a sippy hole
the girl looked-for
the missing barcode
to scan then
she went for
the microphone
paged
housewares

‘if someone from
housewares doesn’t come
by by
the time i finish with
the next customer i’ll
go check the price
myself…’
announced the young
check out girl

‘i think you should
check the price
now i am
your next and
current customer’
i said –
politely…

mindy and i were
mugshopping
she took the unmarked mug
went to housewares
to replace it
with one with
a pricetag

“we were the next customer…”
snarled the man in line in back of me
“you jumped in
front of us”
he was pertaining to hisself and
his wife who
hung onto the bar of
the shopping cart for
dear life

‘there’s no way in hell
i could possibly leap
over that big wetback beer belly gut and
that huge box in
your shopping cart…get real…’
i replied with …composure

“you came in from the side
after you got a bottle of water from
over there...”
and he pointed to the refrigeration unit
to the left wall
filled with gallons of milk
litres of coke pepsi bottled spring
water…

sorry you have me mixed up with
somebody else i walked up to an empty line
there was no one here’

mindy was the one who shot in
from the side i knew it but
i didn’t mention
her to him

“you should pick up a mug
with a price tag on it”
he hammered

'it’s not my job to make sure
there’s a price on anything
i purchase i
don’t get paid to work
here...'

"no it’s your job to
bitch and complain"
HE bitched

'yea well i’m good at it
cause i learned it from
-a_man-'

“yea look at you…”

'yea yea …don’t buy a mirror man
look at YOU:
!A TRAFFIC ACCIDENT!'

mindy was still back at 'mugs'
the asshole’s wife didn’t say a word
clung to the shopping cart handle
like an old bat to a midnight tree branch
the young cashier worried
rung him up anyway and he punched
in credit card #’s into the machine

“see that -done and over-
that fast” belched the buttplug
merrily

yes i see
that and that
woulda been me
in and outta here
only
faster
if somebody in this clipjoint did
their job plus
i wouldn’t hafta
stop and poke in #’s i have
CASH man
you must be a horror to live with
and
he didn’t say
another word while passing for
the door
mindy returned with a priced mug
her bottled water
we were rung
up and
out
of there…

 

i luv the valley of l.a.
i goT BIG SOX
just thought i'd mention that-zZAp!Zonk