Long Condom Poems
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Apart from the worn stone-step
where drunks still topple
all has changed.
Now a neon glow backlights a plasticized fascia.
In the in the parking lot two blonds face-off.
one has extra-large ear bangles,
and she rattles like a Zulu warrior,
fingers stabbing through cuss-words.
Youths shout
over the clomping-thump
of their car radios.
I used to come here often
I explain to my incredulous wife.
“Good times”, I say unconvincingly.
She won't go in, but I have to pee.
Inside there’s a blaze of corporate ersatz.
In the cramped `gents’,
a die-hard seediness persist.
There’s an old-time essence
of Borax and Vanish..
A condom dispenser (a peeling relic),
links me to a few beery memories.
What Parents Should Say
Written by: D. Collins 5/6/16
And We Quote…………
“Go out and test the water, but swim the right way.”
“We relinquished rights on your eighteenth birthday.”
“We’re on vacation enjoying some of life.”
“We can’t get a signal or enough height.”
“Your dad is busy. He can’t come to the phone.”
“When you blow all your money don’t call home.”
“Join the Army and go see the world.”
“Wear a condom when you get with the girls.”
“We’re only weening you ‘cause all animals ween.”
“We’ll have to call you back, we’re on the putting green.”
“We gave you the tools, now its time to use them.”
"It’s called growing up to become young women and men.”
Guys v Girls
Pre night out checklist
Girl's
Push up bra clevage out
Going commando
2 pair's of spare knickers
Make up plastred on over an
inch thick
Fake tan , eyelashes , nails
Botox infused duck lips
Sporadic sprinkling of glitter
everywhere
Stiletto heeled shoes barely
able to stand upright in
See through dress so short
displaying bits of flesh that
have never seen the
light of day before
Token handbag no coat
Fake i.d in order to get in
Check complete let's go girl's
You never know tonight
1 of us could meet our
Prince charming or Soulmate
Guy's
Cash 20 fags
1 condom just incase you
never know fingers crossed
Splash of cheap aftershave
Job done check complete
Right boys come on
Let's have it
1st one to throw up pass
out start a fight or gets off
with a fat or ugly
bird is a total and utter legend
And gets free drinks bought
for them for the rest of the
night
I touched my heart,
For the first time I knew
It was not beating,
But I was breathing.
I remember waiting for hours
For the false prophet to come,
Yet God was there in an around me.
Has the story reached you,
Of the companions of the condom;
How they were destroyed
And deleted from the face of the earth,
For they took the condom
As refuge to rush to
As protector for their base desires
Of lust and casual sex.
I thank God, He took me away
From darkness to Light;
Anything I do to harm myself
Is what I choose to do
With full knowledge of wrong doing.
I have always known I was beautiful
With you I was beautiful;
But for the first time I know
I am beautiful with you;
I could have hurt you last night;
I was soozled, but it flew away;
All I desire is to be beautiful with you!
There’s one special moment during your day,
When you can be honest and open and true,
And that’s the moment after you roll,
With your one special lover and you,
And your words should be coated with honey filled love,
And then luxuriantly spread,
But in that moment with peace in your heart,
This is what you might whisper instead,
“Do you still have that concentrate mouthwash,
I think you should go to the doc,
And where’s the closest taxi rank,
And I hear you’ve been ‘round the block,”
Also, “I think the condom I used just broke,
And what was your name again,”
Just beware, you should not say this,
Between you and your most intimate friend.
No one will remember
all the names of the bodies
laying in pools of blood
in all those back alleys
and side streets
burned out warehouses
and by-the-hour motels…
They don’t talk about them…
Cause their lives don’t matter…
All those bodies just lying around
decaying as fast as our minds.
Our children stepping over em
like they were just another
discarded used condom…
Looking down at ‘em
and saying how disgusting
to just leave them lying
around like that…
But it don’t matter…
Because they only give them names
if there is a way to get some fame
for the next live broadcast at six…
And if it’s a white dude being stabbed
by a knife-wielding black man on heroin
oh boy…
Then stay tuned for the news at ten
and they’ll recycle it
again and again.
Tell you all about when
somebody
somewhere
somehow did it…
Cause ratings do matter…
We wonder why everyone
has become so numb.
Are we all so dumb,
to let life be squeezed away
with the press of a finger and a thumb…
If it ain’t some gangster
with an itch to scratch
holding a gun up to our head
then it might
be a nuclear warhead dropping
sending people
to the ground
flopping around
with their eyes popping out.
Either way, they’re dead…
How they died doesn’t matter…
I’m not here to make an excuse
for the way the hate
and abuse has turned
our kids into something
without any feelings…
I must admit it no longer
sends my senses reeling
when I turn on the news and see
another mass killing…
Or murder and destruction
children abductions
drugs and thugs
bombing planes
derailing trains
volcanos and earthquakes
covid
abortion
and another
school shooting…
Makes me wonder
what the Hell’s next…
But then I think…
Does it really matter?
Fascination for the low life part of town
Down the street your head spins round
Don't be caught alone around here night
Bring a gun or you’ll get knifed
By a Gracemont Methhead low life
Don't be born into Okie society
Pay for love, the hate comes free
You’ll have enough money for the rest of your life
If you don’t marry some Latina tramp low life
Don't know exactly where I am
Woke up in my clothes again this morning
I must have sampled the Mexican clam
Didn’t wear a condom ignoring the doctor's warning
I’ve been here too long to be afraid anymore
Can't reach the bed so I sleep on the floor
You can get so stoned you think you can fly
But there is no way you’ll get high
In the Oklahoma low life
If I said you had a beautiful body
Would you hold it against me, sweet lady
What an opening line that would be
Guarantees you a slap, there matey
Why is it so hard for women to find men
That are sensitive, caring, and good-looking?
Because they usually already have boyfriends
Specially if they're also good at cooking
The difference between a husband and a dog
The dog still gets excited to see you
Sometimes I have to reintroduce myself
To my wife, “hi, we're married, we two!”
My birth certificate was a letter of apology
Dad got from the condom company
Let my mind wander and it didn't come back
That's no reason to get all uppity
The very worst time to have a heart attack
Is during a game of charades
Gotta hope you're really good at the game
And they call 911 before you fade
Okay here's one last giggle, hope you like it
Finally had to stop drinking because
Got tired of waking up in my car driving 90
Followed close behind by the fuzz
© Jack Ellison 2015
6.
i am to be blown off on the first bombardment
then it is to be flown
in the crowd of fire-flies
on the bushes of the scented-lemons
and it is to see the memory race of the grown-up girls
it is to see more
that after the opening of the sluice gates
one by one
how the gathering in the hindu hotels
increases
by leaps and bounds
the pores of the skin of the body
whose hoods are open
and who are running up
along the spiral route
that leads to the top of the mountain
their child
due to late-marriage
now only knows
how to move on all fours
7.
under the table-glass
i unfold the life-chronicle of one lakh year
and in the olive-cabinet
all the applications for living
from the monsoon-noon to the winter-afternoon
the lines you draw on the parchment
none of them is so condensed
as to touch the palms of a sailor
from the numerable timber-joists
come down the swarms of personal white ants
no spring seems to become corporeal
without the spell of misunderstandings
so of late
besides the dry statistics
with the cough
comes out grey thermometer
prickly-heats spread over the whole body
the sticks of young antenna
shake off their wings
behind the bath-scene
lies the succulent hailstorm
8.
there is no lovely add
yet the market-value of your headache
is going up day by day
all the noon send her mad
the intellectual kisses
the coos
or is it the running about of the tennis-ball
so much pop-corns are flying out
from the draw-well
or that sound of foot-steps
in the north-east
may be
that is of some brown horses
or some horse-drawn perambulators
when the moon spreads out the platinum
does it judge the recipients
thus the bin-leaves can ring
from head to foot
it unfurls an incorrigible right-angle
in the early-evening
the troop with armours
open a shop of condom
beside the vainglory of the lake
There was a man I knew—
bitten by ignorance’s venom.
All his life, he groped through shadows,
searching for cures in the dark—
but he found none,
until he bit the dust.
One day, while spring still painted the world,
his sun just beginning to rise,
and the stream sparkled with promise,
a band of robbers stormed our street.
Every home was stripped of treasures—
except his...
because poverty was his landlord.
They spared his home for being poor,
but their leader paused—
then changed his mind.
He gave the man a brutal choice:
be robbed—or be infected with HIV.
The man begged for time to think,
and they let him in,
while they waited in the living room.
Five minutes later, he returned, calm:
"I’ll take the virus."
Their leader—a newly diagnosed patient—
wasted no time.
He jabbed him with five millilitres of infected blood.
Then they left,
his poverty untouched,
unbothered.
Neighbors saw the robbers leave empty-handed,
and feared the worst—
no sign of the man afterward.
They rushed to his home,
hoping to help or mourn.
But to their surprise,
they found him smiling—
ear to ear.
He told them everything.
Everyone was furious,
calling his choice foolish, deadly.
But he grinned and reassured them:
“Don’t worry,” he said.
“I wore a condom
before he injected me.
So I’m safe.
No way
I’m getting the virus.”