how many people do you think go missing on cruise ships?
My grandson said seven thousand
I asked how many years
he thought one
Obviously, he has been watching too much C.I.S. Miami
I researched this “for fun today”
because I am strangely weird.
In the past two decades guess how many have gone missing?
Hint: seven thousand is way too high
four hundred people have gone missing from cruise ships
in twenty years
that’s twenty people a year
In ten years two hundred people have gone overboard and been seen
forty-eight of them were rescued
Now do you see why I never plan to go on a cruise?
Maybe I’m too simple
or too shallow
but I’m not angry.
What’s wrong with me?
I was trying to think
of someone I hate,
Jews, CIS guys, republicans,
palestinians, blacks, democrats,
the left handed, authority figures,
central americans, parents, vagrants,
the usual suspects, but I’m coming up empty
Things aren’t perfect
don’t get me wrong
I’ve got a pug nose
a flat chest
a giant forehead
and too much work to do
but I’m trying my best—
Worse yet, I’ve no plummeting anxieties
no obvious neurosis
—that one could be a misdiagnosis
no painful hangnails
no sad life tales
no addictions to defend
or hated ex-boyfriends
I have no emo hooks to pin my verse.
no current melodramas to cozen and coerce
between you and me, I think I’m off the rails
It’s really no wonder my poetry pales.
Yeah, that’s what’s wrong with me.
.
.
Songs for this:
Gee, Doctor by Dimie Cat
Sweet Lovin' (feat. Anna-Luca & Iain Mackenzie) by Club des Belugas
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I admit I look at pretty girls
Most I don’t think about after that
In that way I’m a straight man
But not a cis one
I could be a lesbian, I guess
But only in a way that would be frown upon
Because I do like guys
Guy, in specific
And it’s barely like anymore
Love
I love this man
If I cannot be his I will be a straight guy
I’ll fish
Listen to heavily metal music
I will be homophobic if I must
I’ll drink the gay away
I’ll go home with girls I don’t know
I’ll go bald young
I’ll have a few kids
By then I guess I’d be a raging alcoholic because no amount of alcohol will ever make me as straight as I can pretend to be
I know I’d disappoint myself by then, and most definitely not be a man he’d be able to love
This poem would be the most I have to give him
A poem from years ago
From the one that wouldn’t give up for him
The one that is still listening to the music and sending text messages
The friend he can talk to
Different People
To one, I am him
A guy and a generic cis male
To another, I am zim
Me, and not a front to sale
To one, I act normal
Just any other guy
To another, I act abnormal
I act like me and not a societal passerby
To one, I like girls
Straight, cis boy
To another, I like some girls,
But more guys and others, in joy
To one, I am not me
To another, I am to be
Written on January 16, 2020
We're just some teens
trying to look aesthetic
Posting photos on tumblr
that are pretty poetic
We wear 90s clothes
We listen to the Smiths
We rebel against humanity
So no one here is cis
We live in our idle towns,
our small town glory
Behind every post
is a different story
That the sky forms cloud,
So the Planters cheer!
But that sky forms cloud,
Traders despair!
I need twelve and ten
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and i dont know sweet then genesis media off the finish stoll
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I like my church oil
i woke up and laughing stay alive a wrath news chrsitna mute point!
this so be twelve friends balling somatic revolution my friends
the name of god perhaps two more quick tell us a story
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