You and things I don't like

[Jerrybaldy]

I don't like your ankles
Or your knees
Or how your thighs meet
Your journey past me
Your love of leather or cheese,
I like not liking you,
I don't like the news or IS
Or heroes or blood splattered children
Starving ribs
Or flies
Or bits of me that I can see,
I don't like this or where it's going,
I hate canopes
And vol au vents
Considered thoughts and beards
And people who say catastrophic,
Eye bags, arse gas
Fisting,
Hypocrisy, people who say democracy
Bean juice
Suits with no ties
All your Gods and me.

[tonywalt]

Here's one I wrote a couple years back:


Punching the Moon


There are delving days when the ink blue sea whispers to me
in a sexy voice, “Come over here boy, and give me a kiss.”

“Hell no girl! I am not easy like that! Anyway, I have

too much to do.”



I want to get cashy and swagger with America,

drunk with England on cool draft lager,

dine with France on her clean white linens with shining silver,

then turn to Italy, her eyes of tawny pools, and say,

“You and I are going dancing with Brazil.

We’ll splash across the Atlantic and

samba all night!”



Some days I feel like punching the moon out of sight,

swatting down the stars,

pouring the oceans down the drain,

and switching off the sun.



There are nights when the skies thunder with revelry and streak

with disco lightning and the rain drinks champagne

and mother nature, with her thousand Arabic pleasures,

sways over to me slow thighed….



But I’ve got to finish the laundry now – I’ve got a ton of it to do.

[AuntShecky]

Good to vent one's spleen once in a while. Both these verses are both refreshingly unconventional and counter-intuitive, somewhat in the tradition of Sonnet 130.

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the dialogue between the poems. Didn´t know Tony was a poet too.