Articles in Gene Defcon
I Am Surrounded
by gene defcon
I am surrounded
By large-lunged blowhards
Scurrying like newborn rats
Just outside my cubicle walls
I fantasize about pushing their faces
With intense force
An Old Kentucky Goat
by gene defcon
I’ve always wanted to read a poem
Entitled “An Old Kentucky Goat”
I waited for years
For someone to write it
Actually, just one year
Because I wrote this poem
About twelve years ago
But had to …
Presto! It’s Posted
by gene defcon
Poets put down your pens.
Please position yourselves
For this painful news:
My poem is published!
Perhaps this pronouncement
Only partially penetrates
Your puss-pocket.
Pity.
Ponder your paucity
Of poetic prowess
If possible.
Or
Peruse in print
My pithy paragraphs
Pandemic to people
Of all …
Santa’s Last Beer
by gene defcon
Santa’s last beer
Went down sweetly
Easily
Like his throat was a chimney
And the beer was him
And the bottle was his sled
And I guess the reindeer were the labels glued to the bottle
Unless it …
Once Upon A Time
by gene defcon
Swans up on a
Thyme advertisement
Beckon with their
Albino bat wings
Elegant lines sloping pearl
Curves burning my retina
I need more thyme
Graceful ground condors
Calling from the waterline
I need more thyme
Supermarket shelves
Studded with serenity
I need …
Learning the Hard Way
by eugene gordon defcon
Who can fit a whip in their mouth
Besides a snake?
Not me
I learned that the hard way
On the set of Indiana Jones
The new one
They were filming a scene
(I was observing …
Sex
by gene defcon
A lifetime of cones
Can never erase the memory
Of that soft pink cylinder
Easing through the waters
go back to the moon
by gene defcon
Scimitar nips
Slice wafer-thin chips
Of my flesh
Into the sand
I grimace and gesture
Grinning god-like
At the curious cats
Dogs and men
Surrounding me
I slump and exclaim
“Go back inside your fucking homes
You moon-eyed bastards”
Texas-Style Haiku #4
by gene defcon
Power starved child in an electric chair
Do not tempt me with your peaceful protestations
I am humble before such diabolism
Like any number of Gods rolling around in a field
Transcendental Rut
by gene defcon
Cocaine powered big wigs all
Powdered heads like mylar balloons
Aimlessly adrift in a transcendental rut
Unable to stop rising surprising
Their families with unexpected vacations
Even when they know they’re coming
South American Man
by gene defcon
We chew raw shoe as dogs do in a dump
Scattered amongst the debris of society
Leather-bound librarians
Forlorn forgotten forsaken
Forensic scientists
Tracing the evolution of Coy-Dogs
Over the course of ten thousand years
Cold cases pried …
oil fire
by gene defcon
Disturbing black bitch came screaming out of the oil field a screaming silhouette a fiery sunspot black silhouette screaming across the sky except low in the sky almost to the ground in …
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