Showing posts with label Blame the children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blame the children. Show all posts

Thursday, June 4, 2015

AMERICAN SEXUAL EXCEPTIONALISM



START WITH OUR BASIC INEQUALITIES
She crosses every river and stream
hike up every hill and mountain
same as he does, and more, it would seem.

Women are every carrying more weight
than he ever did, and he held up tons by his countin’.
But she never could break through the narrow strait.

There is this thought that some human body oriented to a penis
could dictate to her what equality is. I find that thought haunting.
The whole fucked up idea is an assault on her that’s senseless.

Call me a traitor to my gender but it makes no damned sense
For a dick brained legislator to tell her he regulates her fountain.
That rights he claims for himself are not for her. Cruel, vicious.

Perhaps before he could get his little blue hard on pill,
he should be scoped, lectured to, made to feel knocked down
legislated on, told to wait, forget the fucking use the power of his will.

God after all meant for all people to never ever fuck for fun
just procreate because the sensations of good sex are for his eruption.
Law makers, pulpit pimps, and other he’s, know who wears the apron.

© M Durfee
6.4.2015

THE M STANDS FOR MANLY

Monday, July 28, 2014

DJ TODAY IS YOUR DAY



HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
Confusion comes with age. I can attest to this. It could be from a lack of rest or just the stage of lengthening teeth. Today is July 28, 2014 and it is my birthday see. If i were a girl, for a day I'd be a queen but alas king doesn't rhyme with 2014. At least all of my life that is what others told me to be true but, am I now 60 or 61 headed towards 62? I really need an answer, so one day I’ll be able to explain it to my grandson. Because of the quirkiness of fate, the behemoth boy stayed in his momma too late, missed his appointed date and the son and daughter in law are on their way for the doctor to slightly slit and remove the 10 pound little shit. So when he draws his first breath it will be his day number one; that part is easy enough to see. But after a full year of poop and pee in diapers done will he be two or one? These are the things grandpas are supposed to know and to tell it true this ragged worn out old man simply has no freaking clue! This day next year will DJ be number 1 or will he be on the first day of number 2?

© M Durfee
7.28.2014


Baby and mom are doing fine. Born about 11:15am EST 10 lbs on the nose give or take. Dad is finally off the floor and doing fine as well. DJ stands for DJ who I believe will grow up to be the initial innovater of initial science theory. At least that is my initial belief.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

AIN'T NO PANIC (or care) HERE



SWEET WHITE
Line on the counter waiting for a nose,
juiced up heroin in the needle waiting for a vein.
We throw out the useless trash, bagged with an overdose.
                                             I can’t remember was it the war on drugs          
or
the war for drugs in the ghetto’s and slums,
not much better a way to go than opiate hug.
So what if nothin’ inside this useless bum
works anymore, at least I was high on the day I died.
And now I ghostly stand over me watching my lips turn blue
with no more electrical charges running through my brain,
at the very best I have lost my capacity for any more human pain.
I eased my worried mind with a blast and a shot
and now I have made myself free
of troubles that overwhelmed
and were too much for me.

© M Durfee
1.21.2014




WHATS ONE MORE EH?
Leave that rifle where you can reach it in your sleep, of course when it’s needed a round must be chambered and the safety off. Now have a bit of an adults only party, send the 4 year old cousins into the bedroom to play. Hurry and air out the house and wash the dust of the mirror, the cops are on the way, one of the cousins pulled the trigger while at play and the other has a hole right ‘tween his eyes. One is living dead and the one with the hole in his head, well the little fella just up and died.

© M Durfee
1.21.2014