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I am a pugilist
of words, once called anti-poetry by the forces
that would be
they say I’m not pretty
they say it hurts to hear my work
it’s a desecration of the art and I wear it
down quickly
one guy said I was a rip off of chinaski
another promised hell for a 1000 years
I don’t want to puke pretty
you want a bow on it--forget it
I’m not catering to your sense of fancy
nor will I wipe the snot from your nose
I’m here to deliver a message
to kick you in the balls and piss on your
girlfriend’s shoes
to let you know, it’s all just so much shit.
I’m here to rip the crap from your eyes and
give you a good look at all of it
I want you to cringe when you imagine the
penetrating pain of having your ass ripped
open by some sick son-of-a-bitch
or the humiliation of selling yourself for
rent booze or drugs
I want you to see yourself in the pain and
ugly hole of social emptiness wearing a jones
that has no hope of happening
visions of bleeding cracked teeth
bruised and blacked eyes and blood encrusted
cuts across your soul puking your long dead righteousness
before your eyes
knowing finally in the end of it
your ugly truth
your utterness of emptiness and helplessness senselessness and
sadly your
selfishness
J. Masuda © 2004
of words, once called anti-poetry by the forces
that would be
they say I’m not pretty
they say it hurts to hear my work
it’s a desecration of the art and I wear it
down quickly
one guy said I was a rip off of chinaski
another promised hell for a 1000 years
I don’t want to puke pretty
you want a bow on it--forget it
I’m not catering to your sense of fancy
nor will I wipe the snot from your nose
I’m here to deliver a message
to kick you in the balls and piss on your
girlfriend’s shoes
to let you know, it’s all just so much shit.
I’m here to rip the crap from your eyes and
give you a good look at all of it
I want you to cringe when you imagine the
penetrating pain of having your ass ripped
open by some sick son-of-a-bitch
or the humiliation of selling yourself for
rent booze or drugs
I want you to see yourself in the pain and
ugly hole of social emptiness wearing a jones
that has no hope of happening
visions of bleeding cracked teeth
bruised and blacked eyes and blood encrusted
cuts across your soul puking your long dead righteousness
before your eyes
knowing finally in the end of it
your ugly truth
your utterness of emptiness and helplessness senselessness and
sadly your
selfishness
J. Masuda © 2004
