Posts Tagged ‘cool’

New Order

Posted: September 9, 2017 in poetry
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neworder

This old 80s song
The primitive synths
The Manchester darkness
The tremendous tune
Arching guitar and pure tones floating crystalline
Bitching bass running into high octaves
Feet tap, so icy cool
In love with the melody
Subtle lyrical flow
Nobody knows
Where next to go

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Lesbians

Posted: March 31, 2017 in poetry
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lesbians

I don’t know why I spend so much time looking at lesbian porn

It is a sad and lonely pastime

I suspect they’re probably just gay for pay

Is it because I can’t imagine myself in the scenario

Or just because I don’t like looking at cocks

I knew a woman

Like a mirror image

Who liked looking at gay male porn

I’m sure that lesbians are 20 percent cooler than straight people

Just because they don’t need men

And they’ve always seemed really cool to me

Let’s face it men suck ass

I hate myself for being a man

I hate myself for being lonely

I hate myself for being fat

I hate myself for being over forty and not young and funky

I am a sad individual

I am going to die alone

 

 

 

party

Will you be there?
I will be there with my many friends
I will get drunk and stoned and run a humungous muck
I will hit on all the single women and attempt to be interesting
And some woman may find me interesting
Come on, it has happened before
Occasionally
There will be some cool bands there churning out distorted indie goodness
It will rock like a hit of cocaine
In an intimate vein

Will you be there?
It is likely that someone will choke on their own vomit
Which is a nasty way to go but better than choking on someone else’s
There will be rivers of alcohol and forests of weed
Tobacco and pot smoke will be thick as the conversation
People will exhibit joy and fascination
With each other and with the moments of togetherness
Which grow into an ecstatic peak through group synergy
Then subside into nothingness as everyone goes home to their hangovers

Oh Winona, Oh Winona
You were so beautiful and fragile in Girl, Interrupted
You were so mysterious, and dark in Heathers
You were so Gothic,and porcelain in Betelgeuse
You were so archetypal of generation X in Reality Bytes
You have always been my ideal woman

There’s something wonderful about you
Your voice, your presence and your smile all radiate
Your body, your red lips, your waif-like vulnerability enthral me
Oh Winona, Oh Winona
You’re the only woman for me

There’s something wonderful about you
You rock the pixie cut, and turn on the universe
You exude Arctic cool like David Bowie on coke
Oh Winona, Oh Winona
You’re the only woman for me

I’ve heard that you’re still not married
I’m always checking up on you
Though I promise I’d never stalk you or creep you
Not even a little bit
You’re around my age now- you always have been
Though still alienly, scarily gorgeous
How about it?
I could be your backup husband
I promise I’ll love you till the heavens fall down
Oh Winona, Oh Winona
Winona, you’re the only woman for me