the latest coping mechanism
oh rolling lover on wheels with her
heart after most perfect efficiency!
you have transmogrified most glee
into concerted attempts at celerity.
o Aphrodite! why would you allow
humans to crook their desires like
the spines of sorrowful young men
with their eyes glued to toys deeply
embedded in their tenderest palms?
o Death! have you lost your sting?
facebook died a little more today
when some girl chose hara-kiri.
the bereaved told the girl's face-
book page how sorry they were
for its loss: the fondest farewell
to a friend i've double-clicked on.
i try to imagine myself happy in the
future when another editor sends a
"FU" into my email because he/she remain totally indifferent to his/her pomp & circumstance with a most genteel & concise all caps acronym. i’m thinking of joining the mafia; i'm afraid i won't be hardy enough; i hear they replaced their initiation rite of holding a smoldering piece of paper with a spam message the new initiate has to leave in his inbox until the Don mails the Mafia's form oath. Organized crime has gone paperless.
must be streamlining my effort(s) to
Bio: KJ lives in Orange County. Mr. Bear, KJ's dog, edits all of his poems. Right now he is probably about 4 Benadryl into the day, and hoping that some more people will follow his blog: http://illegalfunk.blogspot.com. The following places have published him: decomp, Rose and Thorn, Prick of the Spindle, Gutter Eloquence, and Sex and Murder.