My Life

   My Life

wank and poetry

are the basic minimum 

said the w***e to the clown

It is 

my life blood 

I have wanked more poets

than you will ever know

frowned the clown

and the pagan pull

of long dead night 

went on far too f*****g long

                                               boom boom

Reviews

[Chris]

Chuckling here... has me thinking of "A Knight's Tale" and its naked Chaucer character..

"Bring out your dead!"
"Bring out your dead!"
Still gets said...
Boom Boom

[gram linski]

you're chuckling, I just laughed out loud, haha, thank Chris, glad you enjoyed,

[Eilis]

The clown and his friend the w***e. Maybe they are one in the same. Kind of feels like that in the dialogue. I always go back to Fight Club for some odd reason, but here I am going back to it again reading your poem. Thinking of the narrator’s sense of self or lack thereof. His Jack identity and all that translated to, as in:

I Am Jack's Raging Bile Duct
I Am Jack's Cold Sweat
I Am Jack's Complete Lack of Surprise
I Am Jack's Inflamed Sense of Rejection
I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge
I Am Jack's Broken Heart

Not saying that the w***e and clown are like Jack, just this made me think of the inner dialogue that goes on sometimes when we face the mirror and see the many selves or faces of the one self staring back.

Laughing at it, one day falls down into the next. Where the w***e and clown meet in the dark again. Together or separate. Who knows. How many questions are actually answerable in the end.

In spite of the sadness or futility of the idea, that pagan pull of night stretching on endlessly is ringing in my head. A stand out image/idea here that resonates.

The clown should, maybe, stop frowning at thought and get back out on that sidewalk where he can fight off monkeys and laugh madly at the confused passers by. Could be a good way to usher in the night. Maybe take a river stroll with the w***e and watch the moon undulating on the water.

I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, haha. Jack told me to say it.

[gram linski]

this the second review of this that has made me laugh out loud, aye yon clown/w***e should get back on the streets, and start earning his way, this was written about 4 months ago, btw, thanks for reading, Eilis, the fight club dialogue was awesome,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

tough for her, too, because poets are usually pretty poor...so they give her cheap lines to entice...and no tips to suffice, just a long-winded pen.
j.

[gram linski]

haha, great poemette j. a long winded pen is probably the nicest way to describe my rants about shite,

[John the Baptist]

A w***e who specializes in wanking poets. The last lines indicate it got to her eventually. Not sure what the "boom boom" means.

[gram linski]

thanks John, I wouldn't say it is a speciality but it is a hobby of mine, haha, the boom boom is a kinda comedic thing to signify the end of the joke