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poem a day oct 28th

 

A Good Titty Is Hard To Find

Reb with glove

Reb Livingston has amassed 2250 Facebook friends, 876 Twitter followers, 625 Google+ circle inclusions, 568 Goodreads friends, 309 Pinterest followers, 234 LInkedIn connections and has been awarded an impressive 60 Klout score. Upon turning 40, Ms. Livingston was unanimously declared the champion of the Male Series of Middle Aged Poets, the first woman to achieve this honor since the award’s inception in 1919. She resides in Northern Virginia with her husband, son, dog and a solitary fish named Wolverine who just won’t die.

by Reb Livingston

O if I had two titties to rub
together I would rub them
together until together they
created one good one

and I’d strut around with
my one good titty
that I’d push up with my firm palm
imagining that it was your firm palm

and I’d keep it in place with packing tape
imagining that it was your packing tape
and eventually my one good titty
would spill over

my custom one-tittied tape bra and
disappear into my scoop neck crop top
but before it did
I’d use my one good titty to pound your face

like my titty was some soap in a sock
participating in a retribution

my sweetness, please, give my one
good titty, a little more timepoem poets are special
to settle and

stretch into a lithe hand of delight.

 

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poem a day about this poemOne morning I woke up very sad. So I decided that since I was a poet, I would express my sadness in poem form. This poem explores the concepts of friction, combination, sexuality, gender, aging, gravity, fashion, metamorphosis, violence and love. The titty works as metaphor for a much larger idea. 

note: I’ve started this feature up as a kind of homage and alternative (a companion series, if you will) to the incredible work Alex Dimitrov and the rest of the team at the The Academy of American Poets are doing. I mean it’s astonishing how they are able to get masterpieces of such stature out to the masses on an almost daily basis. But, some poems, though formidable in their own right, aren’t quite right for that pantheon. And, so I’m planning on bridging the gap. A kind of complementary series. Enjoy!

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5 Comments

  1. Rauan Klassnik

      i’m taking submissions for future Poem-A-Day posts …. contact me….

  2. Janey Smith

      embarrassing oneself is the best art

  3. mimi

      i once had a fish with nine lives, his name was ‘blue’
      and he was blue, a fighting betta; i loved him
      he lived on the counter of my bathroom vanity
      ‘wolverine’ is an awesome name for a fish

      ps ceci n’est pas un poème

  4. Rauan Klassnik

      everything’s a poem

  5. KevinBarrington

      WHERE IS MY HEAD?
      That bug eyed shrunken skull perched on my shoulders
      You know the one
      The junkie rodent looking one
      Yep.
      Of course you know.
      Well
      That’s not me
      Seriously
      Yeah. I know.
      Sounds like a yarn
      But you gotta believe me
      You just gotta believe me
      I have known that head inside out for 51 ill-remembered dull vital
      wonderful hellish always complicated years
      All those years in my head
      OK OK OK
      All those years out of it.
      Out of it.
      Well not out if it
      Not out of that
      Not out of that head
      I was out of my head.
      In fact I was so out of my head,
      So out of my head I can tell you what it looks like in great detail
      With senior counsel eat your wig pot bellied port baritone accuracy
      The head that’s there is not the one that should be there.
      Now don’t get agitated with me
      I’m the one who is rightly agitated.
      And this is what I have been trying to tell you
      All
      If you
      All
      Would only just listen

      I know
      My head
      And that’s not it!
      Do you hear you me?
      That is not my fucking head
      No way.
      Perhaps it does belong to Jose
      But it’s sure not Kevin’s

      Fishy looking head by Conor Ferguson
      Well.
      Well
      Not
      Unless
      Unless
      The
      Head
      Shrinkers
      Got
      Me
      Hmmmmm
      Head shrinkers?
      Good try
      But
      No
      That’s a no go
      Listen I sure ain’t been to Borneo recently
      For Christ’s sake I don’t even know how to get to me

      Could have been snared by one of the couch wielding Californian tribe
      The druids of the West Coast sun worshippers
      They did make a move
      Back in the day
      Collecting shiny mirror shards of
      Mortality outrunners
      Rollerblading into their own meth shadow
      As tears streamed down the no valium dawn
      With incoming Boeings, whining Airbus death
      And outgoing Bushes chasing die-hard wmds

      Yes the Californians sprung their sincere spoken trap
      And I offered them suicide
      In return
      In spades
      A bloated fool of a general
      There I was
      Leading the camels into my own Tahrir
      But despite all I kept my head together
      And somehow crawled out of the pepper spray night
      And tweeted my way on to a new compromised day.

      Here I am.
      Now
      Leafy Dublin 6.
      Wrapped in child laughter luxury
      N’er a mortar clump to be heard for miles
      And what did I do?
      Yeah
      Made it back to friendly lines
      And I went and lost it
      Lost my head

      So now I am neck deep in morphine trying to deal with the pain
      The worry
      The endless angst
      Does it have a good body?
      Hey
      Does it have a good home?

      And what if it prefers the new body to me?
      Jesus wept
      I hadn’t even thought of that yet.

      I would go out and look for it
      But for this nagging issue
      And perhaps it is bugging me more than it is bugging you

      ACTUALLY IT IS BUGGING ME WAY MORE THAN IT IS BUGGING YOU
      BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT
      I SO DESPERATELY NEED TO KNOW
      WHO OWNS THE RAT LIKE SKULL ON MY SHOULDERS
      WHO SAYS HE’S RUNNING THE SHOW

      If you recognise him, please let me know.
      You can contact me in the comments section below