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Ugly Beauty

19 Jun

Ugly Beauty

I used
to put
the
pussy
on a
pedestal.

living
with
a
woman

will cure
you of all
that

and debunk
those
silly myths.

Listen Buddy
that
woman
you’re infatuated
with
occasionally

gets gassy
and whether
you’re there to
know it
or not,
she takes shits.

Even the
most magical
of women
have their
bad days.

Bleeding
cramping
bloating
and bitching.

Deep
beneath
that sweet
benevolent
demeanor

is
an
equally
depraved
wolverine

just
waiting
to see
the light
of day

and rip
your fucking
throat
out.

You won’t
be attracted
to her
all the time.

You might
even hate
her some
days.

Love is
an
acceptance

acknowledgment
of a
dark violence.

To pick one’s
boogers.

Popping their black heads
and in-grown
hairs
on someone’s
face
back
buttocks
and thighs.

Licking their
hairy
asshole

feeling their
rectum
for hemorrhoids.

Smelling
a
person’s
fart
and
laughing
in
disgust.

Waking
up
to a baggy
eyed
mass
of mussed
up hair.

Having your
morning
wood
overpower
their morning breath.

This
may
be the truest
foundation
of love.

All
the fluff
of poetry
song and
blockbuster
films

is simply
hallucination,
a pretty
picture

a mirage
in
a desert
of loneliness.

Edward Austin Robertson

one more sneak peek

1 Jun

another poem for the book, they are not all as somber, the funny one’s I wrote first the theme for this project is Less sex, more humor. but I guess they all have that David Sedaris sick twisted humor lying beneath the melancholy clouded lining.

Young Punk

10 years ago
I was a junky
a foggy headed
dope
addict.

No girlfriend
my bong
was my companion

I’d be celibate

for almost 3 years
but not by choice.

I’d wake up
load my
2 foot
glass
bong
and then
head to
art class.

All my free
time
spent riding
around
with my
buddy
Paul
smogging
out his
pick up truck.

We had the perpetual
reek of
swag
on our
clothes.

resin stains
on my jeans
and T-shirts
and in the
grooves
of my
keys
from cleaning
out the bowl stems.

I’d skip
lectures
to lay
in the backyard
take acid
and listen
to Pink Floyd
on days deemed
too sunny
to be indoors.

Late nights
spent in
cocaine
induced
paranoid frenzy
scared to sleep
for fear of dying
or losing control
and getting kicked
out of the
house.

yet I had
nothing to
lose
I never thought I’d
see 30.

I couldn’t forsee
the person
I am today
reflecting on myself
as a 20 year old
heart broken over
an Aussie chick
and jerking
off to Nina Hartley
and Vanessa Del Rio.

I couldn’t imagine
then
that not only
would things be okay,
but they’d
get infinitely
better and
that not only
would I become some kind
of
square
but that I’d actually grow to
like the straight life.

Happily eschewing parties
for a quiet night
of watching hoops
alone
with a
bowl of
popcorn
and a pipe to smoke.

My God,
what has become of
me?

~Edward Austin Robertson~

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