4 Poems.

Kraken up.

A Poem

There is great merit in having no depth,

no sense of true self

if you are born with such a thing

you have a great chance of going to the top

The irony is the truly great are left at the

bottom of the ocean

The world is a nervous wreck.

The world is a puzzle

can you hear the crosswords

from below the iceberg?

Clowns can be kind

but it is nothing but a jester

and people laugh nervously

because they don't understand

but there is a sea monster

born in the deep

who is Kraken up.

Bark.

A Poem

For Allen Ginsberg.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by wokeness,

starving emotionally nude,

roaming the streets at dawn for the next angry fix,

angelbrained lefties burning for the ancient Luciferian connection

to the starry sky in the machine of day,

while poverty and hollow-eyed politicians sat up smoking in the supernatural

darkness floating across cities contemplating totalitarianism,

What sphinx of concrete bashed open their skulls and ate their brains

and imagination? Children screaming under stairways! Boys sobbing and

old men weeping in the park

they pretend to be wolves but they do nothing but bark.

Unemployment.

A Poem

I wanted to write a poem about being unemployed,

but I just couldn't seem to get it to work.

So, I will just write one about how terrible the world is

and how we should have peace

or one about ill fated love.

So, I was on a date with a woman

at restaurant Karma,

she asked me to choose her meal

and I said you get what you deserve.

She was cross-eyed and told me she was a teacher,

but couldn't control her pupils.

She then told me she taught chemistry,

and I told her

I just don't really feel any reaction

towards her and left.

Like I said I wanted this to be about unemployment

but I just couldn't make it work.

Louder and Louder.

A poem.

I went to a poetry coffee shop

And asked for a Shakespeare latte,

They said they don’t do that here,

We’re a modern poetry café

And went onto tell me they only

Serve over emotional dribble.

So I ordered a slam poetry cappuccino which tasted very modern and for

Some reason I began to speak over emotionally

and my voice STARTED TO

GET LOUDER AND LOUDER

And everyone started to clap

Thinking I was reciting a poem.

Reviews

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

Happy to see these poems back again, I wish you much fun and enjoyment in future poems too. These are some of my favourites.