Short Sophomoric Poems
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Some go
through life
in a sophomoric
zone
Knowing about
strangers
while being
alone
To ever
quote names
or that face
in the crowd
Aggrandizing
self
as their folly
— astounds
(Reading Market Philadelphia: May, 2025)
Say phantasmagoric:
your tongue feels euphoric!
Like some prehistoric,
on feeling dysphoric
over threats meteoric
got an upset pyloric
and downed paregoric.
Were the dino feels real
or is this allegoric?
When you see 'em, you know 'em
but this poem's sophomoric...
It's a sick world.
Men of power,
greed, and cunning.
Vomit!
Banal and sophomoric,
evil men;
ohhhh such vile, vile, vile men.
Vomit!
Arrogant,
cantakerous,
cruel and callous men.
Vomit!
May they drown,
in blood,
in the blood of angels,
and vomit, vomit, vomit!
The ex's take the square and
another moment disappears
as the checkerboard plaid host
attempts a sophomoric joke
my eyes dusty from the 70's
painted on glitter spray
yawn as time won't slip away
into dreams of headstands
and pirouettes catapulting
into an air of floating hearts
released from the jar along with
fireflies under everlasting stars
'Tis so, I adore a polychromatic Muse.
She's a plethora of jolly dramatic hues.
Not to bore yuh surely with rant sophomoric,
But her aura is purely phantasmagoric.
I hear people ask, “Am I her signif other?"
But fear she might see me as only a brother.
It is quite fantabulous and those sorts of things;
So we, the two of us, will be looking at rings.
Seriously Jealous,
inherently over-zealous,
a calculation of the wellness-
of present day hellishness...
Seriously sophomoric,
traumatically important,
radical-
a spaceship uninhabitable.
Playing a game,
never would have guessed I was a lame...
Being insane,
while people are on their way.
Driving the plains,
with wheel chairs with sprains,
going to work on the veins,
with fangs,
from behind brains,
I withstand the shame,
and accept my fame.
The day i saw
this con man
was night
and wind
was snow
and rain
he was laughing
kicking for fun
white snow balls
and children skulls
angels like flies
were falling around...
It happened the day
I saw this man
an unexploded grenade
was left on the board
killing instantly
the drunken pilot...
That day I thought
was the end of the world
that was taken over
from the foes of God...
I couldn't think straight
i was just a teen
stuck in the middle
of a sophomoric dream...