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THE RANTING OF THE HEART AND THE BOTTOM
OF THE SOUL
a poem for Valentine's Day
I
went to buy some candy "forget-me-nots"
The
lady in front of me asked;
"Do
you have a valentine?"
so
I replied;
Do
you mean like a love,
like the love of my life,
like someone to hold onto,
to cherish
till death do we part?
Like that type of valentine?
Why, no. I don't,
because unlike you, I wouldn't be
getting a Hallmark card
because I don't believe love should cost
less then $5.00
because my LOVE is with some other
ASSHOLE who does
because my love believes love is cheap.
because the words 'Girlfriend' and
'Boyfriend' sound a lot alike
fingernails on a blackboard
where I had to write
George Washington chopped down a cherry tree
a hundred times,
because I don't really believe he was honest
that we were all created equal
but were cheated instead
because I believe he is the Father of our country
because he slept around a lot
with everybody he could,
presidents do that sort of thing,
because they want fuck us all
so we'll give birth to a nation
where love has become another commercial
holiday nightmare
because George really cut down the tree
of Life by mistake
because when he found out Life could
never be a bowl of cherries
he gave up like the rest of us
who believe Life's a lot like a box of chocolates
and that has been sitting in the sun for some time
in a heart shaped box
with an arrow going through it,
but in reality its cut more like a knife,
to the bone, like a boner, like a dick
because love is like that woman who cut her
husband's dick off
so later in life
he could make porn movies
and fuck other women
because he no longer loved his wife
because loves a lot like being thrown into
the air and shot
because love is lying
in a playground,
in a pool of blood,
pouring down the gutter where we fell
on the streets where we live
because love just oozing out of all us
from all those holes,
we step in,
because love is on the bottom of our
sole
because no matter how much we
wipe
love still seems like bullshit
because valentines
not only suck
but they stink!
So
the lady in front of me said;
"towels, tissues, and toilet paper,
can be found in Aisle 3."
Frank Simone is one of the original Pink Pony regulars—a
performance poet who sometimes uses the most
unexpected props (fire, crib toys) in his
always-arresting, always-surprising work. This is poem
is his gift to all disgruntled Valentiners!
Jump to Dollhead,
another poem from Frank. |