Calvero's Blog, page 167
May 3, 2016
iamhomeless:
I’m sorry I didn’t write
more poems about you...
I’m sorry I didn’t write
more poems about you
when we were together,
but maybe if you didn’t lock me
in the outhouse of your anger
I wouldn’t have had to tunnel out,
smelling like shit
& hating you more than
that fuckhead
Adam Levine.
May 2, 2016
iamhomeless:
Underneath fingernails,
beside the dirt...
Underneath fingernails,
beside the dirt & grime that’s
curled up like sleeping black cats
exhausted from a fruitless day
spent hunting -
this is where the American Dream
goes to die.
April 29, 2016
iamhomeless:
Her ponytail hangs out the back
of her baseball...
Her ponytail hangs out the back
of her baseball cap
like a big, silky, blonde, limp dick.
I stare at it and all I can think about
is taking it in my mouth
& making it hard for her.
I’m not gay for guys but I’m definitely gay
for her shining, map-like hair.
iamhomeless:
The morning sky’s cold,
gray coffee breath
ties...
The morning sky’s cold,
gray coffee breath
ties me down to a park bench
as warped as a melting bathtub
& forces me to watch all of the
21st century bacteria
staring at their phones
in a pathetic, unending search
for fast love
& easy, slut-like validation.
& the really fucked up thing
is I used to think it was my fault
I felt alone all the time.
April 28, 2016
iamhomeless:
The change jingled in his cup
like sleigh bells...
The change jingled in his cup
like sleigh bells ripped off
Rudolph’s shotgunned corpse.
But he was still smiling
at people.
& waving.
He had a shy, grateful madness
in his eyes.
He was the most beautiful creature
I’d ever seen.
Like a housing-impaired male version
of M. Monroe.
