unless you’re part of the scene
you wouldn’t know

most people who claim to write
promote or publish poetry
are mostly lecherous unwashed douchebags
save a few shining angels

it’s a literary pyramid scheme

i swear to an imagined god

who dared to show up so late
to a reading
the audience had to set out their own seats

a doo rag and leather cap doesn’t hide
you took a wrong turn freshman year, fucker

duct tape affixed to the bottom
of your feet

knit an iron maiden
while you ingest chocolate refugee yogurt
through an enema
you sea gull stupid bitch

i suddenly understood why emily
remained silent
under her tree

please write another bloody miscarriage poem