What the Fuck
Rolling Stones.
Dangerous Brooklyn.
Underground Manhattan.
Walk the street; watch your wallet.
Smoke a cigarette.
Drink liquor that makes you choke.
Who is that the fuck over there?
Mick Jagger or some asshole. Who gives a shit,
we’re poets.
Jack Nicholson smokes a joint with a golden
football helmet on.
Jackson Pollack drips paint all over canvas and
floor.
I want to take a motorcycle cross county.
I want to fuck with the rednecks. I’m from New
York,
but they will fucking like me ‘cause I talk shit and
nonsense after a
few drinks, so I say smoke some of this and the
rocks will turn purple.
What the fuck are you talking about?
What’s the difference after lots of red wine and a
few shots of Bucca with a good buddy?
I don’t care if live in an igloo or a tent.
Goddamn right, this won’t be printed.
Are you as tight as a crab’s ass?
But I’ll throw a rock into the East River and
then I’ll toss and turn ‘til I finally fall asleep at four-
thirty.
Ernest Hemingway loved bull fighting and killing
sailfish.
Can’t you write without cursing? You don’t fit in.
I already know that, so, what the fuck?
Dangerous Brooklyn.
Underground Manhattan.
Walk the street; watch your wallet.
Smoke a cigarette.
Drink liquor that makes you choke.
Who is that the fuck over there?
Mick Jagger or some asshole. Who gives a shit,
we’re poets.
Jack Nicholson smokes a joint with a golden
football helmet on.
Jackson Pollack drips paint all over canvas and
floor.
I want to take a motorcycle cross county.
I want to fuck with the rednecks. I’m from New
York,
but they will fucking like me ‘cause I talk shit and
nonsense after a
few drinks, so I say smoke some of this and the
rocks will turn purple.
What the fuck are you talking about?
What’s the difference after lots of red wine and a
few shots of Bucca with a good buddy?
I don’t care if live in an igloo or a tent.
Goddamn right, this won’t be printed.
Are you as tight as a crab’s ass?
But I’ll throw a rock into the East River and
then I’ll toss and turn ‘til I finally fall asleep at four-
thirty.
Ernest Hemingway loved bull fighting and killing
sailfish.
Can’t you write without cursing? You don’t fit in.
I already know that, so, what the fuck?
© 2007,2008 by Michael Domino
by Michael Domino
2007
Manhattan, NY.
2007
Manhattan, NY.