Showing posts with label men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label men. Show all posts

Sunday, May 10, 2015

For the 792 male readers of poetry in the United States

Appeared in PEARL (q.d.e.p.), a print journal, in 2011:
 
For the 792 male readers
of poetry in the United States

Since we are so few in number
I thought it might be nice to have a space of our own
to discuss important things
things of relevance to male poets:
like sports and naked women

So if you’re female please stop reading

Now that they are gone
let’s discuss the relevance of sports
in the realm of poetry
which is not much
and if you were to tell your sports buddies
that you read poetry
they would call you a pussy
though I might argue that both sports and poetry
are about pushing the limits of what is human
except that the competition between poets is much higher

As for the second relevant thing
my thesis is that naked women are a good thing
while the antithesis of naked women is clothed women
and this too is a good thing
therefore the ideal synthesis is partially-clothed women
especially partially-clothed women who like our taste in poetry
though it’s not a question of taste really
they’re probably just grateful we like it period
or they should be
and since we all know they kept reading
even though I told them not to
because women are like that
we hope that they are smiling now
in that slightly pitying yet mostly loving way they have
and that they do this while partially-clothed


Friday, January 2, 2015

Who's That Man?—poem

This appeared in the journal ABZ back in 2009.
 
Who’s that man?

Who’s that man in the empty cafe?
The one with the books writing.
Why isn’t he with somebody?
Nobody reads books anymore.
Nobody writes by hand anymore.
Why doesn’t he stay home and rent a movie or something?
Then he wouldn’t have to embarrass himself being alone in public.
Look at the way he looks at women.
It’s obvious he’s lonely and wants to fuck them.
But what kind of a woman would have sex with him?
He probably jerks off a lot.
He probably looks at porn.
Why doesn’t he have friends?
He’s not that ugly.
If he’d smile it would help.
And maybe if he learned to dress right.
Why is he staring at us?