Sorry you got sick
I hope some kind words help you
Don’t eat the meatloaf
Haiku Hump Day April 10
Poetry Monday: Hookers
Explicit Content Warning
I paid a woman for sex
She wasn’t the first and wasn’t the last
A tiny thing, short, thin
100 pounds soaking wet
We started our fun; it was going well
I thought I was some master sex machine fiend
We moved through a few positions
Then she started sneezing
With each sneeze she pushed me out of her
It felt a little funny at the time
Nothing says get the hell away from me
Like a sneeze when you’re fucking
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
Throwback Thursday Poetry: Learn to Fly
my life is going down
all the way to the ground
it hurts sometimes to see
all the people who are happy
why was i deprived
of the greater things in life
why have i heard only lies
from the people i lived beside
and i sit here as i cry
wondering when i might die
is it fate that will not let me fly
why can’t i sore so high
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 