old Helen poem

 

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She Left Me For A Guy Named Parkour

  She Left Me For A Guy Named Parkour   She left me for a guy named Parkour and I don’t want to even spend a goddamn second eventually realizing what that’s supposed to mean   Ouch   Your ass is not a park bench, Helen You don’t have to let some acrobatic prick…. No, …

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This Year I Watched The Game In The Middle of the Night on My Birthday

  This Year I Watched The Game In The Middle of the Night on My Birthday   canned corn or cold cream?   her toenails smiled like cigarettes, screaming   the highways griddled with jam band bumper stickers and road kill   and tonight honestly, I can’t tell which is worse   dick balm or …

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