Today we bring you a bit of poetry that has been hidden for decades like a gem waiting to be found or a snake under a rock, coiled and waiting to strike. A recent discussion of the film The Doors left us wondering if our copy of the Jim Morrison poetry book The Lords and The New Creatures was a first print or not. It was on a shelf in the bedroom, so upon retiring last evening, we pulled it from the shelf to find it is a second printing.
However, we did find a few curious things sticking out from inside, one being a poem scribbled on a Chi-Chi’s mexican restaurant receipt and the other was a vitriolic poem, apparently written as an insult to Your Humble Narrator, and judging from the timely reference to Phil Donahue, a TV celebrity from the 1980s, we estimate it was written somewhere around that era.
This is a poem left by an ex. It could be an ex-wife, ex-girlfriend…sounds more like an executioner…anyway, it was fun to fall asleep laughing, really laughing hard. The poem is quite an effort and since we always are the first to laugh at ourselves, we are more than eager to share. The poet shall remain unknown and un-named but it could be the same character who appeared in Issue 8 of Beatdom, assaulting Your Narrator with a rubber chicken.
My Mind is a wasteland
so is my cat’s eye’s. (sic)
Snow drips off my chest
as my nipples are licked.
Fire in my microwave,
frozen in my freezer –
just pull the plug.
Rat poison in my wineglass
better put it in it Mom’s, instead.
Go ahead and try to distract me
you piece of ‘naive crap’ Poet!
Go rub your balls on frosted glass.
No wonder why women lick tweeter
instead of peckers…
less of a distraction.
Slime covers my earlobes,
you are not good enough
to lick off.
My chickens (sic) is better
than a ton of your
‘let’s get in touch with
our feelings’ crap.
Who’s dick do you suck anyway?
Well, folks, haha, that is it. Now we can remember why the Humble Narrator married her to begin with…the sense of humour!!!