You look like a man
in need of a punch
in the side of the head
or a piercing
in the side of the body
Something dealt to you
by a Roman or a punk
Something you can add to
your Martyrdom Book
Something as good as any
suicide attempt
colossal drunk striptease
bad haircut
Something to tell
the LADIES about
over a bottle of tears
You look like a man
in need of a narrative
to put it all into
A man in need
of a rabbit to tear apart for effect
as if the rabbit were an envelope
and the winner’s name was inside
A man in search
of a terrible weakling to be
A man who knows his disease well enough
to call it up for a ride
when he needs
to get somewhere FAST
A man who’s not going to get
his much needed punch in the head
from this guy
because this guy has no desire
to drive you anywhere
Dark Matter 
March 19th, 2012 at 3:41 pm
Tastefully barbed and wonderfully unforgiving. If this poem just scraped the surface of the readers skin it would taint the blood beneath. I certainly wouldn’t like to get into a word fight with you.
March 19th, 2012 at 4:46 pm
I simply call things as I see them.
March 19th, 2012 at 5:51 am
I sometimes wonder if perhaps you teethed at the Dorothy Parker school of sharp tongues then went on to make it your own? I do enjoy your wit!
“The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.”
― Dorothy Parker
March 19th, 2012 at 8:20 am
Not really. But I do think we’re related somehow. 😉