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Spaghetti knots

Guts, be polite

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.

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)

Discussion

4 thoughts on “Guts, be polite

  1. 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 pm
    • Not 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 pm
      • Nope, 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 pm
  2. but you are

    worthless for considering

    me anything less than

    worthwhile.

    Posted by baharoh | June 27, 2015, 12:05 am

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