3 Poems
Posted by fictionforum on October 22, 2008
College
They come from home: swamps, sewers, and airlifts
Dragging with them their stench, mothers, and premature behavior.
“Class of 2012!” all pumped up.
What a great “New Ivy League” school
You should be proud to be here
Clearly you tried your hardest
And deserve a real. college. experience.
Close your eyes and breathe it in now.
Fill your fucking faces.
Turn on the showers and wash the shit out of your hair
And watch it float across the floors and down the drain.
Welcome to your personal institution-
Oh pardon me, I mean-
We accept your differences,
(actual intelligence doesn’t really count)
Natural selection doesn’t exist here.
And gyrate your way to the quad!
Mod! Blod! Sod!
You’re in the Real World, guys!
So hip and horny,
Silent sodomy ailed by urine-barley-brew
The old Grecians whose letters we use
would be ashamed to their gods if they knew
And mamas look me in the eye
On orientation day so divine
Searching for that kid (the one I’m not), the perfect example
They’re paying 50K for their own to be.
Well you’re getting ripped off, mom,
And you don’t care
‘cause everyone deserves their own taste of Princeton.
Sluttery
a rose is a rose,
to a hand is a hand
to a face to a kiss
to asleep beneath trees
with the fluid sliding, manic meaning
sounds like hydraulics and wind up doll
hey. hey there.
because the embrace is such a surprise
every. goddamn. time.
and my smile isn’t fake it’s just
an imitation of yours
and it’s not that I don’t feel, my dear
or cannot see you warm my hands with yours
but once everything starts, like clockwork, to fly
and alarms become redundant to the ears
and it takes so much more to wake up in the morning than a
fall out of bed
a beating to the head
poisoning with lead
as I walk with you, and he
and she
and he
and all, in good timing, are
alone with me.
After the Frat Party
He plunders, face drenched in ale
And over his shoulder he swings the girl
And carries her whooping victory cries
Her blood streaming down his back
With the rain, all the way up the hill
to Susan B. Anthony
And in his drunken delight
That impromptu wedding night
Strewn between textbooks and roommates’ fright
He hears cheering from outside the window (thanks bros!)
And she, too delirious and panting and silent
Does not remember how quickly he came.
