Best Perverse Poems
For you and only you, my love, I’ll wait.
I’ll wait through evening’s dusk to early dawn.
On corners or at stations; by my gate
I’ve waited - and at night with curtains drawn.
The hands of time keep moving, stroke by stroke.
My calendar I’ve marked and then remarked.
What muse of tempering may I invoke
to cool these everlasting flames you’ve sparked?
Please come to me, unholy knight of love!
I cling to threadbare promises you made.
My tarrying I've grown so weary of
while off again you go on some crusade.
Fine gallant you are not, but - oh, perverse!
A heart grown fonder lingering is my curse.
(What I should have written to an old crush of mine
whose modern day crusades consumed his life!)
Finding poetry dull
and bored out my skull
(a wasted pun this early in the write)
listless and drained
knocked on my brain
to share with the voices my plight
The head voice, Jack
peeped through a crack
sighed: "Our host wants to visit, the pest
have we time to entertain
one who abandoned his brain
now sporting two brain cells at best?"
Much to my chagrin
loud snickers from within
"Pretty please, a word if I may?"
"No time to chat
we're celebrating, so scat
it's International Imagin'ry Friends Day."
Flo (soft on me)
her voice husky:
"Might as well tolerate the bore
besides", (giggle, giggle)
"I'm up for a wiggle
Nobody's lain me in two or more."
"Two years ago
or two months, Flo?"
"Nay, two hours of abstinence I'd had to survive
scarce opportunity
in this sparse community
to appease and keep a body alive."
As I stepped inside
shocked out my hide
my imaginaries had been on the breed
my tribe once twenty
upwards of seventy
all races and colors; no discernible creed
I stared transfixed
at the veritable mix
males and females, neuters too, mind
all shapes and shades
an entire brigade
a maelstrom of unhuman-kind
I stood aghast
jaw at half-mast
"Brood, your behavior is contemptuous
you've busily mated
but you're all related
your liaisons are highly incestuous."
"We're not blood-pumpers
we're merely humpers
products of inane fabrication
and furthermore
you first-class bore
a figment of your 'magination."
"Two hours 40 seconds
of deprivation I reckon
too long I've endured a dry run
enough of fabrications
and blood-y relations
Mr Host, are you up for fun?
I'll consult my lawyer
for an eviction order
my voices have gone perverse
the whole lot to go
except of course Flo
the inspiration for my none-too-clean verse
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2013-10-05
Estranged to a lonely room
Littered with trash and splattered gloom
Fettered and sentenced to early doom
Distressed and distraught to a sordid mood
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
To make sure the windows latched
To make sure the door to match
Hope to God to soon to catch
Before settling to an unworldly nap
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Late night battered darkness broken
Metallic taste in my mouth beholden
Bathroom rush with my mouth open
Rinse the mouth and nose thus salted
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
I never see the imp come or go
Only disturbance in light or dark shadow
Low to the floor slither and flow
Dash under the bed, I don’t really know
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Maybe it is up on the ledge
Or under the bed or behind the case
Or cowering in a corner or place
Peeking out from a closet embrace
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
In my dreams I see a sordid face
Withered and shriveled and contorted with hate
Laronian imp with purpose of fate
In my mouth it squirts the paste
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Again I wake and bolt for the sink
From the corner of my eye I see the imp
He disappears in wink or a blink
Invisible to the man with a limp
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Pint sized demon un happily born
Raised to hurt and kill with poison
Never seen in a man with reason
Punished in a life of torture and scorn
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
In the darkness I see a leap
Up to the ledge an amazing feat
For a tiny thing at most two feet
Hiding until I fall asleep
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Needles inserted into my feet
Slow painful sore legs they do retreat
Hope to lord my soul to keep
Late at night in darkness deep
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
In the blackness I hear a click
Grab a sword and after it
Under the bed in a squealing fit
Damaged with a warbling tweet
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Should I slowly pass away
Hopefully my children remember me
Horrible taste with it at bay
Awakening to a brand new day
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Should I survive to tell a story
Of terror, pain and faith and glory
Unbelievable unreasonable stodgy and gory
Peering in as I swoon with sedated foray
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
I was only sixteen for a moment
Then seventeen for a second
Who would have thought I couldn’t hold it
The kid who could do it all
Who would have thought he would grow up and fall down
He never guessed that those speeding years would be the best
And remembered in tumbling tears
The old familiar faces are no longer around
So now I’m leaving on a journey
Burning through the night
Leaving some bloodstains to frame out the scars
That’ll jar our memories and blind the true life dreams
Now I’m feigning
Killing myself by dreaming
I’m scheming on redeeming my former state
This time I won’t abate
It’ll be straight over the broken glass
Another unspoken forsaken heart that I’m concentrated on breaking
Baby hip hop pop the top
Ignition as result of the drop
Stop think and listen
Silence listen
Quiet please another tragic vision
Lets mop up this which glistens
I was christened as pure
Raised as evil
Lets seesaw
Lets silence your broken call
Appall them all
Why walk when I can’t crawl
The perfect fix in a simple magic trick
So damn smooth
Splendidly slick
Now for the trick
Two simple props key to male my heart stop
Just a boy and a mirror
And all his fear of what times brung
I’ll fix what I can’t admit
Lets silence the dreamer inside
Not to lie so if you would say goodbye
Time to live or die
Three times thrice this won’t happen twice
I’ll look in the mirror see what I saw
Take the saw edges serrated
Time to cut out the heart that never made it
Don’t you dare try to save it
I’ll brave it out
Just whisper
I can whisper like a shout
I’m insurmountable
My dreams are unaccounted for
Living life as a whore
I’ll give and give
Please won’t you take and take
I’ll drown in my personal fire water lake
Condemn me for being real
Would you rather me be fake
Another choice for you to make
I'm a restless man
I am never
Still
I'm always spurred on
By some perverse
Will
The grass is never
Green
No peace here
To find
Some demon
Of motion's
At work within my
Mind
No bed is too soft
That I won't
Abandon
Its sweet calm
And comfort
For a softer
One
I'm a restless man
I am never
Still
I'm always spurred on
By some perverse will.
(Edited version of original written ca. 1980.)
Why am I angry?
I'm dead wrong for lying, Lord.
I must not love you