Poetry Monday: Han and Sage

An interesting pair they were
The saguaro cactus and the Gila monster
An odd couple like no other
But they met every week at the Tarantula Tavern
The saguaro’s name was Sage
She was bubbly and friendly
And gave everyone hugs
The monster’s name was Han
The quiet type and he sat
With his back to the wall
Han spoke to no one
As he waited with a drink
But would come animated and alive
In conversations with Sage
She was friendly and affectionate
Han hated everything
The pair would talk for hours
And despite his grumpy appearance
Han enjoyed his time with Sage
At the Tarantula Tavern in Tucson

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Social Studies

here you see
the Preps
with their stylish clothes and perky faces
they remain happy with thoughts of angles
the people who attend church every Sunday
and buy their children cars for their 16th birthday

here you see
the Gangsta’s
with their gold chains and sideways caps
they look over exaggerate the way they talk and act
the people who speak english worse than immigrants
they brag constantly about their accomplishments

here you see
the Punks
with their green hair and Mohawks
they think the world hates them though it does not
the people who look weird just to be different
look like a Picasso painting on canvas

here you see
the Goths
with their dark clothes and morbid minds
they think about death all the time
the people who frighten the other groups of the world
will continue to do so with the smirk of a girl

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.