Status Updates From Horror Sleaze Trash: Poems

"...
It made sense there were never any girls there
because they were off being told a different kind of lie
..."
The Green Flashlight -Glen Armstrong

"And just like that,
She was gone.
I tried to paint my muse again,
But her patterns and melodies
Melted away
From the top of my brain
And into all the creases
Of my soul.
I had let go,
Carelessly perhaps,
...."
Mercurial - Kerney Bee

"...
Knew the day
Would come again,
That I'd be drinking with
Those martian men.

Something bad
My way would come,
Another night
Of wicked fun.
..."
The Mean Streets of Bombay - Jake Cosmos Allers

"Please treat me like the sexy nurse
to your patient.
The dumb secretary
to your boss.
Even the victim
to your rapist.

Just never,
ever
make me call you
Daddy."

"I’ll be your slutty student,
your damsel in distress,
the cheerleader to your football star,
even a dominatrix.
But don’t you dare,
make me call you
Daddy."

"I closed my eyes as I drove through her town
I couldn’t bear to take it in"

"I came so close to bleeding out
That I made my peace with God"

"I think I went
too far this time
when I said I’d flay you
and use your skin against mine.
Maybe you thought
it was to be close
but I see it
as funny.

I’ll wear you inside out
and your dick up me
until it putrefies
and I die of
blood poisoning.

Suicide by dick
just to show your
irrelevance."

"I'm no longer drinking
myself to death.

Haven't been put into
a mad house

No black eyes
or a gaunt jaw

No gritted teeth.

Just bad poems

(Like this one)

And the good life.

The trade has been fair

But

I do miss the
way desperation felt

When I was looking for
it from strangers

And not the people
that I love."

"I get home, shaken,
thanking God I’m not her
as I look in the mirror,
but then I wonder
if she’s
thinking the same thing."

poets are poets because they have nothing better to do
poets are poets because they have too much to do
poets are poets because if you’re going to pick
one dead art it might as well be an easy one

Write your boring
little heart out
Write like you
actually have
something to say
If your writing
meets the standards
of contemporary poetry
You’ll be awarded
a friend request
on Facebook
by some other
guy with an
equally small penis
waiting to praise
your boring poetry
in the hopes that
you’ll do the same

The Way You Laugh
David P. Bates

here’s your goddam
cranberry juice
and tampons

oh poor baby
is your ego bruised

hell no I
told the clerk
I like to dip ’em
and suck ’em

you’re disgusting

oh yeah I say
as I lift your legs
pull down your pajamas and
pull the cord with my teeth