S**t my poems

I don't have to self-destruct today,

but if I need an extra moment

I'll break down in the bathroom,

where I can flush my welling tears

with the bowels I've been holding

with my fears, wiping them clear

So ignore the stall next to you,

I only need self-atonement to clean 

my conscience, and my rear,

where I s**t my poems, so dear.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

sheesh Maxwell ... brutal and graphic honesty of self reproach ... yikes ... and for a poet to use the toilet to express things in is quite unique says i! ... on a little contemplation tho..... it is the throne isn't it?! ;) one of the most gritty (possibly steamy;) poems I have read since naming Bukowski my idol ..who so gracefully said: “The whole world is a sack of s**t ripping open. I can´t save it.” ... but you my friend have offered the way to cleansing :)))))))))))))))))))))))
E.

[Maxwell Ryder]

I guess the only difference in the simile, that isn't so similar to Bukowski's, is that the contents of the Earth aren't gonna spill out into space.

As for my poems, I do think that leaving them everywhere in cyberspace is akin to a dog doing his business everywhere. Who knows where all the 1s and 0s go when the Internet goes. But then again, things that have greater permanence, like books, for example, can also succumb to bonfires and meteors, so...it's not like Bukowskis wrong either, even if his simile isn't so apt. He's right. There's nothing to save.

[Einstein Noodle]

i think when i started sharing poetry on line...one of the very first things i decided is ..once posted ..its doesn't belong to me any more ... not to excuse plagarism of course ... but like you say .. it takes to the air ways and none to control .. and ... we will see what we see when we read ... even in those poems that are written "crystal clear" with intent ... nice visiting Max ... inspiring thoughts :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I am sure many of us feel we spew poems and many more look back and think the poems are not really worthy and you capture such feelings in this piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

To s**t poetry. Hemingway would like this statement. Writing is unstoppable sometimes. We bleed words and we can s**t words. I liked this poem and thank you Maxwell for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Maxwell Ryder]

Coyote, great point. Unstoppable indeed. Did Hemingway have some strong opinions of poetry? I honestly don't know. I only like For Whom the Bell Tolls, I guess. I am more envious of his life than his writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

You must read Hemingway's "A movable feast." I believe, Hemingway's best. Hemingway life wasn't so sweet. He swim in war and blow-out his brains.

[Maxwell Ryder]

Let me be more specific. He wrote. He lived in Spain. He had a great love. Love all those things. He had an adventurous life. That's what I meant. Of course I can do without the suicide to top it all off. I will read it one day. He's my father's cup of tea, but I will try and get around to a few more of his. I am into people's style. If it is jarring or not readable (for me) I don't really read them again, fairly or unfairly.

[Onlyme]

Maxwell this is raw, deep, hurtful and very sad reading. When you feel that bad, when going to the toilet is an agony of living.

[Maxwell Ryder]

anger and pain emanate from the bowels. thanks for the read and comment. I'll get better. Always do.