I want to convince
you that I am
worth it
because of the
times we’ve had
loving, licking,
and outlining our figures
in fingers that can
tickle and massage
and imprint a person with madness
if they are taken away too quickly
like a reverse burn felt
first from the inside
then moving out
guzzling everything around
in a vacuum of
gone, see ya, it’s time to go,
but you are
worthless for considering
me anything less than
worthwhile.
*
Guts, be polite
and refrain from
spilling out in front
of my guests
while I laugh about
something I don’t find funny
but can’t remember why
I didn’t find anything humorous
in it because the day was long,
which is to say all days are long,
but I keep feeling smaller and smaller
when I look at myself in the mirror
even though I’m gaining weight
and my hair is uninhibited
and my face droops into
the sludge of my mouth
that is now laughing again,
snorting really,
sputtering bits of undigested food
over my guests
who chuckle back,
adding one liner after one liner
to whatever it was that was said,
something about me,
I think,
about how I look good
and my belly looks
round and soft
while my guts churn,
cut me open,
and
no one notices.
Mizpellt wurdz 
Well, I’ve been reading your poems for a very short while now… I’m new to your poems & blog… and I think you’re good. I have not encountered many good poets on the wordpress feed… so far… and I feel like you deserve the encouragement as a writer.
Usually your poems make me uncomfortable tho. Nothing wrong with that. Not sure I entirely “like” them emotionally or maybe I really do because of where you mildly offend me. I like to work off of that kind of energy when I write sometimes so maybe I don’t mind the subjective and can be objective… I’ve read your don juan approach to the ladies and beauty and how you think each of us is a beauty capable of bringing men to their knees, so while it was entertaining I see where your proverbial cracks are showing. That vulnerability and boldness in your work is oddly refreshing.
I hope this isn’t all a back handed compliment to you. I’m not good at flattering people… I just like good poems. You write good poems.
Posted by tabbyrenelle | June 25, 2015, 3:44 pmNot backhanded at all, and if it were, don’t worry: I have a good tennis swing (and slap) myself. I am comfortable with your flattering unflattering. I’ll try to cement those cracks. Hopefully my poetry doesn’t suffocate, though.
Posted by kacperniburski | June 25, 2015, 6:31 pmNope, your poetry does not suffocate a bit. Hopefully my comments do not stifle. I do like your ability and the “aggravations” I expressed are not meant to curb you. You don’t have anything to cement… Maybe just some ice burgs to melt.
Posted by tabbyrenelle | June 25, 2015, 7:07 pmbut you are
worthless for considering
me anything less than
worthwhile.
Posted by baharoh | June 27, 2015, 12:05 am