Poem from 2018 called "about John"

 Haha, I forgot I wrote this. It's from 2018. It's sort of like two people, first one and then the other. 

Now you are gone

And my life is really sad

And everybody else has started treating me

Really, really bad

Now that I've ruined you

I'm on holiday

Perhaps there's another stupid, trusting bitch

Who I can rape and flay

My health is declining

I wake and sleep in distress

And yet I cannot blame you

For this horrid mess

I'm with a really fucked-up hag

She's hated you for years

Now we're going to spy on you

So we can mock your pain and fear

Why do the people hate me so

And why do I risk death

Just to do as others do

And try to draw a breath

Now we've brought the monied

And the titled to view your doom

They laugh as they watch you

Pace in loneliness about your room

Sometimes I wonder if you're happy

And if you ever think

Of the days we used to love, create,

Party, eat, and drink

Why don't you die, you stupid whore?

We've tried to kill you three times or more

We've told everyone your period's late

We've inundated you with lies and hate

Sometimes I wish that we were still friends

And that I could bid you hail

And that we could laugh because I wove our love 

Into a silly, romantic tale

You lie, you lie, we never loved

I love money and fame, that's all

One day quite soon you'll be in the ground

And I'll be a name

A mighty name

A famous name

In every bathroom stall

Poems by me from 2009 or so

 I was looking for something "about clouds." These are old poems and they aren't like the best thing I ever wrote but they're all right. 

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(Three poems on the subject of Day and Night, the scribbler being somewhat biased in favor of the latter)

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Day and Night #1

"Promise of a new day"…? What's that mean, anyway?

I guess… that there'll be news, always lots of it…?

And hmmm… oh yeah: Weather: Mild or harsh, I (almost) always love it;

And that at some point I'll take some time to watch the sparrows play

And spend some equally useless hours

Observing clouds, gray or gold,

Blue, lavender, orange, pillowy in warm air, thin and wispy in cold,

Marching ponderously eastward in dazzling towers

So white they almost pain the eye.

Aye, now I consider, good simple Day doth its promises spin in great profusion!

With rasp of insect song and seethe and surge of motion, disturbed by light into confusion

Which at last drains meekly from the sky.

Day's promise is at last broken.

The accounting never comes out flush.

The day-lover sighs as Day gets the bum's rush,

And thinks bitter words he leaves unspoken.

Night promises not a thing,

But only holds out its riches to our astonished sight.

We grasp and coo like babies, some of us; some reel back in fright,

At lustrous Night glistening.

(13 December 2008)

Day and Night #2

Day's last hurrah is loud, gold, and bold;

Slanting rays touch the crystal goblet and the wine

And dance in gleaming swirls upon the ceiling.

The village bell for twilight tolls

To impel us toward our leaving.

But stay at least until the wine is gone.

The darkness still is just a rumor

On the dust-hazed tawny fields below

And the deep-breasted river with its glad sparkling rills.

Stand with me as Day's curtain's drawn

And Night spreads her wings upon the jagged hills.

(27 July 2009)

Day and Night #3

Moon in Capricorn (waxing)

Leaping up the sky

Shafts of argent quickening

Star-dazzled hoofbeats.

(3 August 2009)