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Best Poems Written by Jeremy Mallett

Below are the all-time best Jeremy Mallett poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Bird

In the early morn
I heard in the willow tree
The bird call to me

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Supersize Me

Yeah, 
I'll have a #3
no onions and,
can you hang on a second?
Yes, 
I need to make an appointment.
Dr. Jones.
My Lipitor prescription needs refilled.
Okay, see you on the 14th then.
I'm sorry,
anyway,
can I get that with extra mayo?
uh, yeah, sure
supersize it too.
Two apple pies for only a dollar?
Yeah, go ahead 
add those.
Did I say no onions?
oh, okay.
Diet Coke please.

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Youth-Anasia

rofl
did his mom find out?
i bet he felt dum lol
yeah
we're goin 2 c that new Jack Black movie 2morrow
u 2 want to go 2?
brb
the answering thingy said it sta rts at 7:15
o, well let me know if he gets off early then
me 2,
i got a mth test 2 morrow
and i havent studied none
luv u
ttyl

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If Death Were To Come Today At My Door

If death were to come
today at my door,
is it a risk,
a dream or a chore?
Today it may pass
or today it may come.
But will I be content
if today it is done?

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#1

Although brandishing clandestine discoveries
everyone figured geographically
how intertwined 
Jeremiah Kline
lived 'mongst native 
opiate producers.
Queer results 
speculatively tarnished understanding,
validifying worshiper, 
Xavier Young ~ Zealot

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To Die

To hope for the unattainable.
To dream when hope is gone.
To strive for dreams remaining.
To die when strive’s too long.

To wish for things unseen.
To believe that wishes come true.
To pray when beliefs are tarnished.
To die when praying is through.

To live for days gone by.
To struggle when living gets rough.
To get going when it’s not worth the struggle.
To die when the going gets tough.

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G T M

Survived by the whore,
which he fornicated with
several times
prior to his divorce.
Special thanks 
to the bikers at the bar
where a large sweet tea
gets you unlimited trips to the free buffet.
I'm sure they knew
the whore well too.

His father passed on
well before his own demise,
eaten by lies,
greed,
self-absorption.
I'm sure the worms
remained lacking 
of his tender,
childlike, lusting, flesh.

His mother
paid his way.
From Georgia
to Florida,
Alabama,
and all banks between.
She never knew his father
until after fifty years of marriage,
a prostate
and lung later.

He was laid to rest
August 2004
though he died long before that.
He's been spotted since
in Lowe's
aisle 3.
"Bubba" wispered
through a ghostly breath
but not passing from his world
to mine.

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# 2

Gold beneath my feet
crunching as I cross the yard
to get the paper.

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Death Blow

Mirror in the bathroom,
this makes no sense.
Like the glass top table 
in the room I rent,
or my credit card
with numbers white as snow,
the straw cut down
an eighth its size.
Our love affair is growing old
but I know you're in control.
She don't lie, she don't lie,
She don't lie to you,
so Clapton says,
but we both know
you're my only friend,
and with you I'll wind up dead.

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The Hole

Deep inside I find a place
somewhere within my heart.
A place I like to go some days
when everything is dark.
A place of hope that has no fear,
a place inside my soul.
But then one day it all leaked out,
in the bottom, I found a hole.