Calvero's Blog, page 166
May 6, 2016
iamhomeless:
“15 minute break haiku”
Gone sniffing...
“15 minute break haiku”
Gone sniffing markers.
My brain needs a
cheap lap dance.
Fine point/permanent.
legendmarilyn:
“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt.. she...
“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt.. she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him and it was true, due to superstar status that the press Marilyn’s would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.” EllaFitzgerald and Marilyn Monroe, 1955.
iamhomeless:
The way you slid off my cock
was like watching a...
The way you slid off my cock
was like watching a cloud
step out of a jacuzzi
while picking her bathing suit
from her wet, nebulous
ass crack.
You were always so gentle
with me,
Leanne.
Thank you.
May 5th, 2016, 9:18 PM -
Shit-faced, naked &
sitting on the toilet,
I miss you for so many
black & blue reasons
tonight.
May 5, 2016
iamhomeless:
The next time you put on
your expensive suit...
The next time you put on
your expensive suit &/or
designer dress,
remember we’re all nothing more
than tiny, black prayers
coming from the far-away,
open mouths
of dead subway rats,
momentarily lost
but still heading to the exact same emptiness that waits for us
like a cosmic-sized McDonalds bag
with all of the fries already snatched
from the grease-coated
bottom.
May 4, 2016
iamhomeless:
All the voices in my head
are growing up, getting...
All the voices in my head
are growing up, getting married,
having babies & buying houses
in neighborhoods with better
school systems.
I pretend us all growing apart
doesn’t hurt but it does.
Today I ate McDonald’s & got
my head shaved but I’m still scared
& horny & the hair on my back
makes me feel unlovable.
I used to think constant aloneness
equated to being independent
but now I just think it means
you’re a difficult, dramatic human being
whose company can only be tolerated
for a semi-prolonged period of time
before people need to get away from you
for the sake of their own
white picket fence-sanity.
Lately I’ve been contemplating home
surgery where I gouge my eyes out
with a plastic spoon so no one can see
the gaggle of inner demons circle jerking
in the rusted, abandoned playground
behind my eyes because even though the voices in my head are leaving I know
my inner demons never will.
But I’m starting to think maybe
I want it that way.
Fuck me. Fuck my inner demons.
Fuck the voices in my head
& fuck you too.
I wish the sky had a face
just so I could spit in it.
