Why I F*cking Hate Poetry: Poems (2011-2018)
By Kevin Klix
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An Average Online Poem
USING TYPEWRITER FONT:
we all have to {insertphilosophical bullsh*t here}.
but then again it’s {saysomething relatable here}.
{one-word.}
and inside I feel{make them cry about saidbullsh*t, whatever}.
{sign name}
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Why I F*cking Hate Poetry - Kevin Klix
skateboarding
I will always, always
skateboard
because it makes the
days go by
smoother... though,
ironically, I have quit the skateboard
and all its movements, physical or in the bottom or middle of Thrasher magazines.
I will release the
tension, see the tension,
of skaters I once knew.
I will see them making it and being it,
and I will see that I am
a hack, hacking away at
beers
and going into bars,
into skateparks,
and crying out:
I’m here!
all.
here.
all!
and she will be there --
right there,
by the bleachers
to kiss me,
and I will know what
true love is
next to my skateboard
and her.
she is my queen,
my soul,
she is my skateboard.
but what about the skaters I knew,
that watched me,
and realized in 5 years,
that they were has-beens,
just like I realized it,
and they will see my lips and her lips
come together
as I teach her how to properly
stand and balance
on top of my previous girlfriend,
the one that plagues them,
too.
my face
I look down at the bowl of my sink
and turn on the faucet.
I splash water on my face;
it drips down, the beads drop, drop, drop
splat
splat
splat.
and I see a bit of old, crusty, white toothpaste
chippings on the side
from past hygienes sessions
to improve my face. is that real?
I look up: I’m me.
what is this?
what is my face?
two eyes, a mouth,
tears in the way...
what... is... this?
I’m starting to sound like
Jack Skeleton, like a singsong master,
like an ugly, withered pumpkin king,
washed out and thinking
about my face and its feats and beasts of burden.
and I’m starting to
look like him too: Jack.
that’s just how it goes.
I cannot do a damn thing about it.
what am I?
a human?
or just a shell of a skeleton?
brain
inside my brain,
you can’t imagine the terror it brings.
day-after-day I'm confused
if this all is real
or just nothing at all;
and it
truly
frightens me to the point
of
a vicious, f*cked panic attack.
sometimes I watch movies, watch pornography,
write sh*tty poems,
eat sh*tty kool-aid packets,
work at a sh*tty
job,
pretend that
I’m a happy person,
just so other people can feel safe & sound, just so I can escape the mind.
is that not selfish? or is that fake?
who knows! I just want to
sit here
and vent, and sit here and
find God,
and find my soul and
find ways to finally
go to sleep and wake
up with a smile on,
so I don’t have to
sigh anymore, and
watch the hands of
the clock tick on by...
and watch people win.
I want to win,
just once,
that’s it.
adventures #1
at a bar.
Carl?
sup?
I/m such a better writer than you.
I sip my beer. "cool.
glad you are."
I/m more vivid, more famous.
yeah? but I/ll bet I have a bigger d*ck than you.
"bullsh*t!"
I stand up, unzip, show the world.
holy sh*t...
dude-friend coos, you/re f*ckin’ hung like an elephant.
I smile.
so what were you saying about being a better writer?
uh, um, f*ck...
"being a good writer is pointless,
that/s what."
I put my d*ck in my pants,
walk away with my beer,
hit on four [hot] chicks,
take two [of them] home,
f*ck them,
and grin to myself:
MmmmmmMmmmmMm!
working at coffee shops/re poop
I work at Dunkin’ Donuts,
where the convicts hang,
and the nice customers with
snaggle-tooths play nice-nice.
I go in the back to get the creamer
and see my coworker rolling
a fat blunt, right out
in the open.
that’s hardcore,
I say.
and she laughs.
later, as she’s walking,
I take a look at that big, big
round plump a$$ of hers
and think about asking her out
eventually.
who knows?
maybe she has a boyfriend.
only time will tell,
as they say.
I make stupid minimum
wage...
I hope I stay,
but at the same time,
maybe I shouldn’t.
a job is a job is a job...
virtual reality
my greatest fear is that once we create
technology that surpasses actual reality
we will enjoy the virtual reality over
the actual reality -- and that’s a sad thing.
it’s my fear that this is already happening.
with the cell-phones in front of our faces
longer than experiencing our actual lives.
the way you can look at a YouTube video
and not have to go to the very place
it is filmed out of to get the picture.
the picture is in front of us but nobody
realizes the evil behind it.
maybe I’m just paranoid,
maybe I’m just scared of what
I don’t understand... maybe.
technology is the start and end of us
as a civilization, not a renewal.
I wish I could stress this more, but that’s
just not the case.
nobody listens
when you call them
what they don’t
want to hear.
imagine literally anything,
and it can happen just as fast
as you want it to.
it becomes easy to escape what you want
to escape: work, chores, life.
and these things build a person,
though it has to be done with small doses.
escape is futile.
it is needed.
but if you exceed
that need
and hop, stop, pop into
to escapist oblivion
that is full of flowers, rainbows,
and pleasant fragrances,
along with hopping unicorns,
your life then becomes
obsolete.
GFs. relationships. TVs.: ‘11 blog post
The idea of having a girlfriend (or boyfriend) is great and lovely and awesome and the best thing in the world, right? I mean, everywhere you see advertisements that show how great getting married is, having kids, a home, the works, everything. Products know they we all want to be liked and loved, so they make things that make us think we can gain some security and love and be desired by all. I call this Acceptance Advertisement.
Even food. Beauty very obviously. But even food has some underlying presence of Acceptance Advertisement. Coffee: drink it, stay up, make money, buy more things you don’t need, have things that people think make you cool, work, work, work hard to gain security for your future lover. But I think people are sick of it. And I think people secretly are embarrassed to be vulnerable with others about their faults. I think we all try and keep our minds busy with false confidence. Like flashy clothes, flashy cars, money,