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Harpoon Loouey Pseudonym Pen Bukowski Ventral

Harpoon Loouey - Pseudonym Pen Bukowski although just a pint size Notre Dame hunched quarter back with rock solid state frame Pen (short for pennilessness), a generic cents less game some dime a dozen day late dollar short left lame leg quarter back reminisced to the regular name mass a chew sitz bay thing ghosts of shame full gory days his unbridled victories on the grid iron, what he lacked in stature, he more than hid as stealth weapon compensated as air tight lid, when getting hold of pigskin grasped for dear life after he instantaneously morphed into octopus squid as his tentacled suction-cupped fingers dug into the thick leather as if going on whale'n expedition after he did slick his harpoon, this smirking, eponymous, notorious, and villainous sea sunned marine monster (he proudly and quick lee happily posed atop cetaceous creature moments prior to prick king the infamous Moby Dick, which briny deep exploits landed him a gig as one super (albeit pint sized) athlete, plus adept at performing an Irish jig, whence (by George) his polymath "Twinkle Toes" Shaw man ship agility spread be yon male pig former and latter noms de plumes hash-tagged, and etched on his tombstone after 'til rig or tenon mortise peri wig gulled last living breath of salty air after exhausting simony lick kits bare meanwhile, forever refining blubbering profane words crystal clear aware that his demise could occur, perhaps during exploit far out to sea with salty water everywhere, thus this thick raunchivist

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