Gods Haiku

Its like kissing God
Hard and long with your wet mouth
Until He submits

Its like kissing God
Hard and long with your wet mouth
Until He submits


Its like kissing God
Hard and long with your wet mouth
Until He submits


Its like kissing God
Hard and long with your wet mouth
Until He submits

Its like kissing God
Hard and long with your wet mouth
Until He submits

 

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My Lawyers Wife

She sits at the picnic table
paint peeling off the top
old, yet still sturdy
familiar colors of the past showing through
faded from years under the sun

She’s giving advice
telling me how to live my life
what I should do
to be a ‘real’ success
I’m going about it all wrong
you see
and just when I thought I was happy

She’s happy
She’s also drunk
slurring her words
rocking slowly back and forth
she winks at me
with impertinent eyes

her daughter is gonna be a success
make a lot of money
marry a good man
Maybe take over the world

She says that’s what you gotta want
-to rule the world

But she’s happy
and I guess I’m not
she tries to convince me

I just wanna live
someplace I can call home
where the ceiling
doesn’t leak too badly
with a little food to eat

once in a while
the odd joint

She’s drunk.

I think she’s dead

She died long before
she married my lawyer
or bought that gold watch
she proudly wears

I think she knows it.
But doesn’t wanna listen
just giving advice.

Its not worth arguing-
she turned deaf of all others
just before she died

I quietly eat my taco
and smile
chiming in on occasion
to speak a rare word
but I am invisible
and she is talking to herself
she’s got it all figured out
and wants to spread her tainted gospel

She tells me
I should try and make a living
at writing
if its what I love
and if I’m writing so much…

But I don’t want to
its not why I write
she doesn’t understand

when I try to explain
a foolish effort

She sees only dollar signs
a monetary value
to everything she does
but I don’t play those games

Soon my unemployment runs out
and I will work again
maybe this time I’ll get a job
selling cameras or
planting trees

I don’t try to tell people how to live
I only tell myself
though I rarely take the advice

But I try to Live
and she doesn’t any more

she stopped trying
the day she bought that gold watch.
the day she married my lawyer

They are moving to Florida
next week
he doesn’t want to be an attorney anymore
she says you have got to be
a go getter
a real animal
to practice law

he’s a nice fellow

in good spirits
for a widower

His dead wife

spending his money
like the wives of attorneys do

he is usually drunk
wherever I see him-
-out of the office by two thirty

I think he is still mourning
her death

I can only get up and walk away
having finished my last taco
I do

but He has to live
haunted the rest of his days by a ghost.
Her banshee

 

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