Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Neither
I’ll take neither
Door number one is fiery judgment
Number two is an asinine arrogance
Door three remains in question
But one and two only serve to sicken
Disgusted as pen is put to paper
Cutting through the lines
Tearing through the paper
Go speak your language somewhere else
It holds no currency here
There isn’t a word for me
Your people have seen nothing like my rage
Channeling a century of blatant misery
Watch it bleed in ink
Coalesce upon the page
Subsiding now
My time in this chamber
Grows shorter by minutes
I can choose the neither without the anger
---Eugene Argent
Pulled
Pulled in two directions
Shunned for reading this
Mocked for writing that
Yearning for acceptance from both
Getting neither
---Eugene Argent
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
A Spit for You
Another rejection
Before a solicitation
That was never intended
That would never occur
For my sisters
Who curse the scuffs on mine
Yet kiss the holes
In Johnny Depp’s shoes
This spit
Born of my swirling bile
In your chocolate eyes
I give
I send
To you
---Eugene Argent
Yes Was No
She wants to go to dinner
I give her a gift
A No couched in Yes
No distrust, Love-Lust triangles for me
We’ll kiss at a distance
A dream that may never be
---Eugene Argent
The Lady at Work
He’d never hit a woman
But boy
Some women are beggin’ for it
Not in some gender specific way
Mind you
There are assholes on both sides
Of the sexual aisle
All askin’ to get
a mud hole stomped in that ass
He thought it was best
to get his aggression out on paper
He was a pacifist after all
---Eugene Argent
Jackson Pollack
She’s throwing shit at the walls
Seeing what’s stickin’
Put her hand in the bowl
Lady finger lickin’
Shit at the walls
Poetry for sale
Leary of the limerick
Relinquishing the rhyme
Sometimes shit is shit
No real nut to it
Rolling down the wall
Merging in to one
Making spectrums in the sediment
Looking for a pattern
Wiping up the piss
Just no use for it
Used to it
Shit is shit
She’s gonna sift through it
Pick out the bits
Whatever’s got nut to it
Shit is shit
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Bastard Eyes
Take a bit from here
And a bit from there
Bastard eyes
A song from nothing
A Frankenstein
Rollin’ through the rubbish
Suckin’ the exhaust
Passin’ round the reefer
Try to turn a bird
The inept can prosper
When they learn to fake it
Mash my words together
Remix
Me versus me
Bastard eyes
Regulate
Regurgitate
For all to see
My crude pastiche
may liberate me yet
---Eugene Argent
Rich People
Get the fuck off
Some of that money
What, do you actually think
You can take it with you?
Trust me
Your rotting, putrefying corpse
Won’t have any interest
in paper currency
Give some of it
To these poor people
You read about
While you’re taking a shit
You know, the ones pounding
On your front door
Laying in the street
The nuisances
The things in your way
“But,” you say
“It’s all for my kids.”
OK. Fair enough
Your kid will have money
Too much money
More than he’ll ever need
Then
One day
A homeless man
Will club him to death
For his shoes
---Eugene Argent
The Impatience of The Privileged
Five minute sign flashing
Six pulses racing
Seven muttered curses
Zero reasons to care
---Eugene Argent

