30 Poems in 30 Days

[4degrees]

2-22

my sweet fingerpuppet
you taste like sunshine dust
i have a fish in the oven,
and its nearly done
this is not
this is not
this is not a poem
just a feeble attempt
to finish, this time
you send me e cartoons
and i know it means
'i love you'
or maybe it means
'i know you're twisted
you'll appreciate this,
regardless-
i still love you'
tell me baby, that
its exactly what you mean.

 

[Man Ray]

2 - 12

I want to be Blunt
write a perfect song for you
but I'm simply me...

​

 

[4degrees]

2-23

ten days ago
i felt the abyss
close around me like
a giant wet mouth
its forked tongue
licking at me hotly
before i became dinner

today its there again.
when(where)
will it end

 

[Man Ray]

2 - 13

Sister Mary-Kate was an obedient, devout and diligent nun
so diligent in abstaining from anything that smacked of fun
she had no mother, father, siblings or bosom chums
and her diet was nothing but water and stale crumbs
leftovers from the Mother Superior’s hot X-bun

Sister Mary-Kate did have one vocation that some would call fun
but for her it was simply the duty of a dutiful and charitable nun
when the moon was full the priests came to spank her bum
spanking away as if they were banging a pagan drum
no part of her anointed virgin ass was left undone

Sister Mary-Kate couldn’t remember when this religious rite had begun
but she’d been a timid and scared, orphaned, quite nervous novice nun
until a priest had said, “Hello little one! Where have you come from?”
“You look cute enough to suck upon my bulbous headed purple plum!”
And naïve, obedient, religious Mary-Kate didn’t see the light and run!

Sister Mary-Kate learnt to kneel and pray like a good nun
genuflecting until the priest was hard like the barrel of a gun
she not letting up her ministrations until the priest did succumb
he crying, “Hallelujah! Now accept a load of my consecrated cum!”
Sister Mary-Kate would ecstatically swallow until there were none

Sister Mary-Kate vowed that in her religious duties she would not be outdone
promising that she would be the Vatican’s best ever cock sucking nun
even taking every greasy Bishop’s thumb or finger up her bum
or bouncing atop the Holy Father until her Catholic cunt was numb
covered from wimpled head to foot in hypocritical sanctimonious cum!​

 

[4degrees]

2-24

this is the one
i'll miss,
two dozen things
i call poems, later
i'll get caught up
in the whirling dervish
ratfuck ratrace
and forget to do my poem.

 

[Man Ray]

2 - 14

poem about you...
spring and summer, Paris nights
this poem is you

​

 

[Man Ray]

2 - 15

Don’t look so aghast when I start to undress so fast,
just submissively flirt when I order you to lift your skirt
and do not frown when I instruct you to take your knickers down

Don’t blush so red when I push you down on the bed,
please lose that expression of surprise when I tickle your thighs
and why the look of shock when I pull on my rapidly growing cock?

Don’t squeal in fright when your ass I hungrily bite,
and please don’t quibble when your bud I tickle and nibble
but you are allowed to nervously sigh when your hands I cleverly tie

Don’t scream in fear when my intentions become so clear,
don’t moan and groan when you see how my cock has grown
and try not be too nervy when you realise I’m existentially pervy

Don’t plaintively cry when you receive a negative reply,
as I love your sexy gasp as your breasts I passionately grasp
and don’t moodily brood as into your ass I start to slowly intrude

Don’t girlishly shout as my thrusting cock starts to spout,
though I’d like to hear you plead as I flood you with my seed
and I bet you’ll act all prim and shy when I eat our sticky cream pie

Don’t look so furious as I was only being sexually curious,
yes it was shocking when I insisted you wear your stockings
but I did like the way you shivered when my erection quivered

Don’t act so mad just because your virginal ass I’ve had,
and please hide your annoyance at my ecstatic flamboyance
plus I know you’re livid because this was rapacious and so vivid
and yes I know you were irate because my hard cock would not abate
but please don’t start to hysterically fume or your butt fuck I will resume.​

 

[4degrees]

2-25

a cluster of brown petals
grows from tea, and brings
me back in my mind to
a time
of opium and jade;
no memory exists
except for those my
mind has made.

 

[Man Ray]

2 - 16 What the hell? Is this a poem?

There is a girl I know who used to be exceedingly prim with a body so sexily trim from time spent at the gym where she works out with vigour and vim, followed by a lengthy swim to keep herself so prettily slim for her beau named Tim who replaced Jim who sneakily had an affair with Kim. And so this girl hates Jim and on a whim she slept with Tim who was Jim’s best friend and Kim’s boyfriend to get back at Jim and Kim who she hates with vim, her face so grim when she thinks of Kim and Jim. So this girl, so slim and trim, decided to lose her image of being so prim because after sleeping with dim but sexually nasty Tim she felt like becoming…
…a fiery tempestuous common slut who likes nothing better than to fucking rut with any stud who struts by her hut which she’s decorated with pictures that are construed as smut by all but sluts who no matter like all things smut and whose thighs are never shut as they nibble on cashew nuts or a black man’s nuts. So this new-born slut strokes her furry muff and her dog named Mutt, who is somewhat regarded as a stud by the bitches who hang around the hut and who howl at the sounds of this slut taking an uncut cock up her buttery butt as a glut of the local studs queue so patiently outside her hut but who, once allowed inside her sweaty hut, start to cockily strut as they eagerly wait their turn to fuck the slut who used to be so …good?

 

[4degrees]

2-26

a fine line
between first degree
and insanity
haha...

you're only inches
out of my grasp; if
only i could clutch onto
you, hold you hard like
a rag doll and let your
black yarn hair
soak up my plight
everything would be
alright.

 

[Man Ray]

2 - 17 Hey darlin`, fancy a quick triolet behind the bike shed?

I yearn to kiss your face shining bright under summer sun
nothing between us, neither physical barriers or distance
sensual words and actions underlined with infectious fun
I yearn to kiss your face shining bright under summer sun
two happy people, joyous testimony to patient persistence
consummating their tortuous journey as they become one
I yearn to kiss your face shining bright under summer sun
nothing between us, neither physical barriers or distance

​

 

[Tzara]

I Didn’t Like Raisins

Every day she baked biscuits and cookies
in her woodstove at dawn so the fire
wouldn’t join hands with the sun and smother
the house in heat. She never asked my cousins
who lived next door which kind they liked
best and always made the same two. Molasses
on Mondays and Fridays and in between she cut
out sugar rounds with raisins on her oil-cloth
covered table. But in the summer when I lived
with her she never bought raisins at the store
and the sugar cookies were plain with a cherry
in the middle and I always ate it first.

I especially liked this one, Ms. Crewe. It brings back memories. My grandmother cooked on a wood-fired stove as well. And her kitchen table was covered in oil-cloth.

She didn't bake a lot of cookies, but I do remember her fattigman at Christmas.

She was a wonderful cook—real lefse, not that phony potato stuff they make in Ballard. The one exception was that she seemed to want to make lutefisk. Awful stuff. Tastes like wet cardboard.

Dad would eat it, though.

 

[4degrees]

2-27

hindsight's 20/20
but my rearview mirror's cracked
a dopehead's nose is runny
and a churchman's head is wacked

i saw the train a-comin'
but i stayed right on the track
my own fault for not jumpin' off
80 mph smack

 

[Man Ray]

2 - 18

poem about you
the totality of you
love poem for you

​

 

[4degrees]

2-28

36x36
flipped that inner
switch, today
i'll produce more than
poem-less words
and do something,
that means something
to you
..........
twenty eight days, but
only a handful of these
are worth half a fuck.

 

[AChild]

1-1

"Mad villian aint rhymin off bread alone."

belly sea make vomit punch

don't read this if your really a poet in disguise
don't leave me mail about what really went on between chile's line

sit) for lack of better blood flow
we masterbate loose organs for feinted glowery
change the time sand but no one noticed

breathing fine nirvanas
pixilated space 'tween flesh and non-mattering material

don't bring your qestions before the guru
his robe is dirt and he's smoking literal roaches
they have little greasy screams and smell like bad menstration
the ash tray contains asshole halos, bruised pigieon feathers,
spectral dead meat

can't put my finger on it but it might be poetry
in the way the old master laughs at coughing pie
sign smoke signatures in that hue before your viel

 

[Man Ray]

2 - 19 Pervy poet's pantie poem...

Yes, I admit I do have an interest in your sexy underwear,
I so want to lift up thy skirt and peek while you are asleep.
No matter what style or colour your pants I’ll happily stare,
yes, I admit I do have an interest in your sexy underwear.
I will forcibly remove your knickers this I solemnly swear...
coz I’m a voyeur and I do so like to sneakily, nastily peep!
Yes, I admit I do have an interest in your sexy underwear,
I so want to lift up thy skirt and peek while you are asleep.

 

[4degrees]

2-29

i bring you roses
arrangments of red velvet
petals that surely
symbolize my love

my heart in chunks
held out in my hands,
piece it together like a
gooey puzzle
you're the only one
who can.

 

[joeys-game]

1-1

Hunger

Smoky grey tendrills
licking my body
twisting thier way inside
finding that part of me
that yearns to be filled
by you.

 

[Man Ray]

2 - 20

loneliness, vacuum
suffocating sterile walls
life without your love​

 

[AChild]

1-2

Lust

She's there at every lunch time
tight pants never skirted

I don't even wanna know her name

the frame was built for trunk space
I mean enough hip for 2
botecelli belladonnas
out leaps an ass that launched 1,000
drops of pre-ejaculation

cum if your nasty

body bowed she walks
unable to stop the money maker
makin' change

everyday I think?
It couldn't have been that
outragously round

bubble yum ballon blown perfection
split and sitting high as if to say
look at me!!!

she's married of course
their's that man who waits for her to
get her food and nods while she talks
and talks

I don't even want to know her name

I just wanna explore the valley
wanna watch her pick up used condoms
wanna she those eyes moan from having too much of me
wanna watch her walk away just once with an
extra jiggle just for me

 

[4degrees]

2-30

335, to the day
when the magic
first was made, a
chance to dance with
one such as you,
taking the lead and
letting me feed off
all those collective bits
that paint pictures of
the you
that no one knows,
but you
i'm a cheater, at 24
you know
but you keep my secret
you told me so
and thirty is thirty,
is thirty
its the journey right?

if this journey ever
brings me to your
destination, it will
forever be the singlemost
passionate memory
i'll ever hope to have.

 

[joeys-game]

1-2

Growth

Dark slumber
Waken slowly
Heart beats faster
A body in motion
Movement upward
Time is ticking
Change is positive
A risk worth taking.

 

[AChild]

1-3

break time
10 minutes to go mad
the rooftop I run to like
a junk sick love sick
Bourroughs sick verifier

long for the sky line
long for the little homes
stacked and occupied like
would be mother
gardens contrast
will in steel scraping sky

I want the sun to run shine on me

let go

smoke a cigerette
laugh cry dervish whirl
dervish whirl

I pray for the 3 of 5 time
invert the lotus leaf
breath
count the bubbles of on-poetry
rising from the ocean floor

watch the pigieons
charmin' chaplin rise
revole the smog but still
eat at the humblest places

close eyes and shake fist at king cloud
for leading the lofty life
search for a rain song
do a fire dace
think about what it takes to be really happy
really

push a carnal thought off the ledge
unravel an apple
lick up lost color
sing smile frown fart
be human

be

ten minutes to go mad
before returning to the madness

 

[joeys-game]

1-3

Feeling It

Unexpected feelings
washing through
my body
Forcing reactions
Crumbling emotions
Digging down deeply
for another safe
hiding spot
Looking for a drawer
seldom opened
to shelve the key
Telling myself
to keep it closed
this time
Don't open it
just to see.