Long Herpes Poems
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Hate crimes are never faked!
…nope, that’s wrong.
Believe every woman every time.
…not, that’s wrong.
The polar bears are dying!
…nope, that’s wrong.
Cops shoot people ’cause they’re racist.
…nope, that’s wrong.
White people are all Nais!
…nope, that’s wrong.
Centrists are all Nazis!
…nope, that’s wrong.
The Internet is all Nazis!
….no, they’re just your competition.
We must censor what’s hateful!
…nope, that’s wrong.
We must shape the narrative.
…that’s really wrong.
Well, uh, the president’s a racist!
…nope, that’s wrong.
He colluded with Russians!
…nope, that’s wrong.
And we reported it honestly.
…nope, that’s wrong.
Well, uhm, he colluded with Bangladesh!
…are you high right now?
Well, we’re sure he rapes puppies!
…stop projecting.
We are objective observers.
…nope, that’s wrong.
With layers of fact-checkers.
…who still get I wrong.
We speak truth to power.
…nope, that’s wrong.
You couldn’t function without us.
…nope, that’s wrong.
We protect Democracy—hey! Stop laughing!
…I can’t!
Well screw you! We’ll always be here!
…kind of like Herpes.
Form:
Warmly dedicated to SMJ
Three Sonnets Inspired by my
Reigning Ex
Part 0
Sitting at the edge of the universe
like a man atop a modern skyscraper
who might look down to see the manic street
full of yellow taxis and distant peers,
the first thing I notice on a backwards
glance is my snake-skin mortality
shed and skipping across the flattened ether,
a luminous orb on a linear course
like a puddle-hopping pebble, eager
to sink a lily-pad a child targets
for the hell of it. I realize then - either
I’m dead as a god should be, or just a pet
project of a German ghost, his meager
objective merely my way to forget.
Part I
Before you bed me, I assume the herpes
risk you ignored so many turn-style clicks
so many thick-like quick-strike Rolodex entries
not so long ago made that cavalry slicks
and right-swept Tinder mounts dutifully
saddled have begun their bountiful itch.
A testament, truly, of how beautifully
done was every each one, each surgical stitch
precisely sewn to salvage squeeze-box juice
of battle-field strewn, the red zest of life
a dead soldier blew, is once more, for you,
stalling to flow; knowing your rusty knife
has yet to slice temptation sterilized;
knowing your scalpel’s cut keeps cancer canonized.
Part II
All around you, this kelp-wall compartment
appears an ocean bloomed with room enough
for early light to shuffle halfway bent,
like time’s unpolished hedge, across the rough
field where too young have men gone to die.
Someone is responsible for all of it:
The ghostlike fish who grimly swim upstream;
the crunchy autumn leaves all creased and clustered;
and this, the box you loathe in sleepless dream
of birthday cakes and candles your grandfather
fed the wish-away lawn using mustered
strength from tears his daughter leaked, sprung to lie,
who now only cries at her daughter’s grave,
complaining of stubble when Pawpaw shaves.
Casanovas slipping into the red-light tangle;
Forbidden fruits, where temptations dangle.
A carousel sequelae of transient fun,
Shoving precious life through a darkened dungeon.
Herpes, a saboteur of life's quality;
Silent falsehoods, pernicious in totality.
Retrovirus tainting the filthy foray—
Courtesan's fate wrapped in tragic dismay.
The French disease, resurging like a dragon,
Greatest mimicker, its curse on the wagon.
An avalanche of despair, harrowing as the Holocaust;
Fleeting morale fulgurates, bruising life's bitter frost.
Relationships crumble, akin to a precarious card cascade—
An insidious monster of misery, lurking like a ticking grenade.
Dire repercussions of the aftermath,
Grueling the innocent's once-quiet path.
Serenading the cognizant wizard,
Salvaging thyself from a tumultuous blizzard.
I give advice that helps people get out of relationships that are bad.
When my advice gets you dumped, you will be grateful and glad.
The best way to get dumped is to go three months without bathing.
Your companion will bust down the door to get away because you'll be scathing.
Another good way to get dumped is by picking your nose.
If that doesn't work, ask them to take off their clothes.
A sure way to get dumped is to say that you have herpes.
Nothing makes a person run faster than a venereal disease.
It's awful when we have bad relationships that we're stuck in.
But if you take my advice, you will be single again.
No Judgement Jamie always was told
that judging others was vile and cold,
all her teachers did proudly attest
that living life without judging was best.
And the media reinforced these words,
to judge other people? Hateful! Absurd!
To judge was the make them a victim,
what peopled needed was more compassion.
So at sixteen, at a big school dance,
Jamie found herself approach by one Vance,
she’d heard rumors he was a player cruel,
wanting only sex, and bragging rights too.
But she was no bully to judge all his acts,
so she went with him to his car out back,
when she called him later, Vance, he just laughed,
and gave her Herpes on top of all that.
Then there came college, and time to decide
what she would do with the rest of her life,
her father said study to bring in money,
her mother said think if she would marry.
But Jamie would not make that decision,
she could not judge, would not build a vision,
just went with her gut, a choice so easy,
but nobody hires for gender studies…
After college, working in a dime store,
she met her a man with tattoos galore,
her father advised,”That man is a thug.”
her coworkers said they heard he dealt drugs.
But she was in love, who was she too say
if it as wrong or right to earn cash that way,
they moved in together, it seemed all right,
’till police dragged them both out one night.
After a night in jail, Jamie was clear,
but had no place to stay that was near,
the place she’d left, she couldn’t afford,
but she got a deal from a new landlord.
Got a new place in a rundown slum,
her dad said moving to that place was dumb,
but judging these people, that wasn’t good,
it was nothing more than a neighborhood.
Until one night, when a gang-banger charged,
stabbed poor Jamie for the purse on her arm,
she died according to her moral sense,
but at least she didn’t make a judgement.
Princess Misled:
Kissed a bunch of frogs
They were still frogs in the end.
Kissed toads, until warts grew
Why is what you're looking for
Always in the last place you look
I asked myself.?
I needed my Prince
Oh how I needed my hero.
Ready to give up, I drank
Potions from the last cauldron.
About to call it a life.
My Fairy Godmother
Was a Witch.....
I Was under her spell
Still I searched once
Again to no avail.
One last kiss did I perform
To my surprise this last frog
Transformed; When the
Prince saw me, with warts
On my skin: Mission
Completed as this now my end.
The moral of the story is as clear
As can be, Mono or herpes is not
Worth the risk.
The toads that you kiss...
May not be so charming;Fairy Tale
Metaphors, may prove be alarming.
Real Princesses, go home
When they leave the ball,,
The Prince was not very happy, not
Happy at all: He ran away screaming...
"Ladies and Princesses should never kiss frogs "
tens of thousands years ago
(a figurative out in left field ball park figure)
*****Sapiens (or the forebears of said species),
deliberately sought sensate satisfaction
with deliberate zeal
shucking clothes
(perhaps just an animal pelt hiding pubes)
answering (on a private line),
the call of the wild,
not yet verboten feral common weal
way before the identification of venereal
disease (though most likely
germinal forerunner), yet to rank
as demise forecasting deterministic,
fetishistic, hedonistic inviting
Gonorrhea, Herpes, Syphilis, et cetera to an unveil
ling, then (of course) average life span
of primate predecessors brief, nasty, and short,
thus demise from sexually transmitted disease
unlikely the cause of death,
nor spelled catastrophe that would seal
the fate of mankind unlike the here and now,
when the Apocalypse Israel
aside from conflagration
decimating Rohingya's, Uighur's, Yazidi's,
countless other minority populations
severe distress they feel
plus Middle Eastern countries got a raw deal
subjected to their own variety of slaughter,
which genocide ranks as Syria us injustice
calling for immediate appeals,
injunctions, sanctions humanitarian appeal
against inhumane abominations,
terrorization, violations
rather than passively witness
innocent lives being trumped.