Makeshift Tampons

he reaches into the bag and scrounges for the whole ones,

the chips that are not broken into mirror shards that don't reflect the light

and he pours the jar and a minute amount of redness falls into the bowl

and he shakes the jar a lot to a supersonic disco beat to get at the final remnants

and his face contorts into strange, alien expressions because the makeshift tampon in his a*s crack is making his life somewhat unbearable

pull it out and the scabs rips and the lines of redness emblazon themselves

on the inner seat of his boxer briefs

a reverse period so to speak as if he had been fucked in the a*s without permission and without lubrication

maybe the powers that be are treating him like the altar boy in him had never

been treated and may be wants to be treated

but who the f**k knows right now?

it's after 1am local time, and anything goes it seems like

consenting adults f**k each other with cucumbers and lonely people become

addicted to chicks wearing chocolate syrup bathing suits

of course, some f***s believe that ancient aliens came down and gave us

discoveries that we consider common sense now

if that were true, we wouldn't f**k each other over for s**t and giggles

but we are a species that gives out rolls of paper towel as a sign of momentary peace since the living rape will continue until we expire permanently

and then our husks will be disregarded as the makeshift tampons they always were

mirror shards that don't reflect any kind of real light, wisdom or what have you

the positive people may read this and be appalled and the desensitized one

may howl in laughter and yet regard this pile of pencil shavings as a ripoff

of the almighty Bukowski

but that was the point, wasn't it?

however this pile of pencil shavings is read, we are nothing but makeshift tampons awaiting the day we wind up in the cosmic dustbin of the inconsequential

we've already filled landfills with our s**t, so why stop there?

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

a truth told in shocking obscene imagery that resonates with the perception of our own reality and view of the world at large. it's funny how you predict people's reaction. there is wisdom and a touch of cynicism that is comparable to the 'almighty Bukowski,' he is amazing by the way. have you read 'alone with everybody' that is my favorite or 'putrefaction' which this poem reminds me of. excellent piece.

[Kenneth The Poet]

I will look into it, Mockingbird. Thank you for the review.

[Dispersus]

bra-f*****g-vo, Kenneth.....firstly, the title demands attention and the text does not fail the warning signs within it...humanity as a (w)hole is a wasteland, understood, but here you inject the Draino, the lye, the perturbation so many dare not tamper with

you have also run the gambit (almost) of uses for the word f**k :-) some may be offended...I can only hope

Peace

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, brother. Glad you like it.