black lipstick and purple fishnets

featured in the poetry forum November 10, 2018  :: 0 comments

my neon soul is
trapped up in the
clouds

somewhere the
ghost of tom wolfe
is sipping on kool-aid

it’s a paper cut that
never heals

a broken heart that
can never satisfy
the need for revenge

it’s a broken body
struggling to survive
yet another day

it’s a lovely black
woman crying to
an old gospel tune

a lonely saxophone
wails in the distance

and here comes the
last beautiful woman
on earth

black lipstick and
purple fishnets

may my final dream
be those lips caressing
what is left of this
tattered soul

editors note: May the last thing we get be the last thing we want. – mh clay

misguided love

featured in the poetry forum August 27, 2018  :: 0 comments

embrace your
failure as effort

your father’s
hands around
your neck as
misguided love

the harder he
squeezes, it’s
simply passion
and the desire
for a better you

look into the
stars at night
and simply
understand
god was out
of the office
when it was
time to decide
who was the
one for you

think of the
lesbian that’s
the love of
your life as
simply a way
to find the
time to come
up with
something

at least he
thinks you’re
worth that
much

editors note: Grateful for some time to change affections when object's unattainable. - mh clay

after the floods of april

featured in the poetry forum June 27, 2018  :: 0 comments

bright sunshine
on the first of
may

i hate to see
what kind of
flowers come
after the floods
of april

her long legs
could probably
break me in two

god willing

she’ll be given
the chance

editors note:  A bumbling bee awaits his rite of Spring. - mh clay

showcase showdown

featured in the poetry forum March 29, 2018  :: 0 comments

a guy is hoping to
win a boat on the
showcase showdown
today on the price
is right

it would be nice
to just drift off
into the wherever
on a boat

until you realize
you easily get
a sunburn

and never have
any good reactions
to seafood

he bid too much
anyway

crisis averted

editors note: When winnings outweigh the want of winning... - mh clay

so wicked that you laugh with glee

featured in the poetry forum January 7, 2018  :: 0 comments

goodnight to
the dreamers

the old souls
who still dare
to believe in
love

the lost children
who still look
at the sun with
hope

the bitter old
man that knows
the next bottle
could be his
last

pick up a
pen and write
something so
wicked that
you laugh
with glee

goodnight
to the lonely
woman on the
other side of
this world

i promise you
my letter will
arrive soon

editors note: Hope is found, not by the hopeless, but by the hopeful... at least, I hope so. - mh clay

wolverine

featured in the poetry forum September 12, 2017  :: 0 comments

staring
at this
beautiful
black
woman
with a
pierced
nose and
wearing
a
wolverine
t-shirt

where
the fuck
were you
when i
had a
chance?

editors note: Hah! And, where was chance when I had the will? - mh clay

the end of times

featured in the poetry forum June 23, 2017  :: 0 comments

whispers
of the
final
days

the end
of times

everyone
is looking
for their
advantage

anything
to avoid
taking the
last shot
and failing

i want to
go out with
a bottle in
one hand
and
knowledge
in the other

that should
surprise
everyone
who
expected
nothing
but my
penis
in
either

editors note: Yes! A gentleman's hand-job. - mh clay

i think i love her

featured in the poetry forum January 19, 2017  :: 0 comments

i’ve been told
by people that
i should smile
more

and on the odd
moment alone
in public i’ll
take their
advice and
see what
happens

enter the
stunning
blonde

she rounded the
corner of the
grocery store
aisle and there
i was, gallon
of milk and
loaf of bread
in my cart

i smiled and
said hello

she kept
walking
without
even
noticing
my
existence

and there
begins the
inevitable
quest that
surely won’t
end well

editors note: It likely won't. Ah, but quest we must. - mh clay

politics

featured in the poetry forum October 6, 2016  :: 0 comments

sometimes
i compare
politics to
watching a
machiavellian
play in the
largest theater
possible

there is no time
for honesty or
even a wardrobe
change

the names all
stay the same,
even if the faces
are different

it’s easy to get
disenchanted
and just find
something
else to do

but
eventually

the dystopian
dreams are
your own

and this is what
the poor call life
and the rich call
hell

and there is
no place worse
than the middle

editors note: Everywhere is middle on the surface of this ball; hellish, indeed! - mh clay

the same mistake

featured in the poetry forum June 7, 2016  :: 0 comments

if your parents
have to go on
national television
to express their
love for you

please
understand
they are simply
in it for the
money

and take a little
piece of advice

don’t have your
own children and
repeat the same
mistake

editors note: Media appeal inspires parental instincts in our modern world; mistakes are inevitable. (We welcome J.J. to our Contributing Poets with this accepted poem - check out more of his madness on his new page.) - mh clay