THURSDAY SIMPSON
I am Bart and Lisa Simpson
My first concert
Alone I saw
Nirvana
When I was fifteen,
Actually Mom
Took me
To the bus station
And from there
I was alone
Until St. Louis.
Afterwards
I went to
A bar
And slept
With a girl
In her car,
She told me she was
From Kansas City
And I didn’t
Ask her
For anything
After we woke
Up and she
Didn’t smile.
I think the very
Worst memory
In my life
Is Ralph’s
Funeral.
Sometimes I try and tell
Myself at least Maggie
Was too young
For honest memories
Of anything
After 9/11
Because if anything
Compares to
To hearing
Mr. Wigham
Screaming
Oh my God
My poor Ralphie
It’s Dad
Hitting
Mom while they fought
About Bart
Being a pussy, twenty
And unemployed.
Lisa and Maggie
Came to stay
With me and Nelson
For awhile,
She was on break
And Maggie takes any
Excuse to leave
And she said it first.
I wanted to go out
And we actually did
While Nelson was
Home smoking,
He doesn’t like bars.
We live far away
From Springfield now
But he doesn’t
Want people to
Recognize him.
Lisa asked,
“Tell me what, Maggie?”
And I said I saw
Rod and Todd on stage at a bar
In California
And they were actually
Kissing.
We all hung out,
Afterwards,
Then Maggie said how
She saw them
Through windows
Once we were gone
And Mom and Dad
Were always out
And apparently she was
Even there the
Moment it all went
To shit because
They came over
And asked Maggie
To walk them to the
Train station.
I heard her say
Not too long ago
She was jealous
Bart’s first concert
Could be Frank Turner,
I guess Maggie
Loves Frank Turner
And I told her
She’s always welcome
To come and stay with me
And go to the bars
I play at, sometimes,
But she just decides
To wait
Until Bart gets home
Because he tells really good
Stories and they help
Her sleep.
After Ralph’s funeral
Bart asked me
If I thought
Ralph died a virgin,
But I couldn’t violate
The night we spent
Before he left for Iraq.
We were just outside
Of Vermont,
His dad bought him a blue car
When we graduated
And he shook and shook and shook.
Even though I love Bart
He can’t understand that.
Thoughts During Spring 2017
Why does the State
Care how I destroy myself?
Apparently back pain, headaches,
Having your meds
Stolen are red flags
For prescription
Abuse.
Lots of people
Are talking about
13 Reasons
Why, saying
Its wrong to portray
Suicide as
A good form
Of revenge.
That doesn’t make
Sense to me
Because IMO
If you leave your
Own severed head
On someone's
Door step
You don’t go
To jail
And suddenly
Someone you hate
Has their own
Trauma to undo
And most importantly
You're free from this
GOP controlled world,
In fact, I want to leave my
Head at the foot of a statue
Of the Virgin Mary and
Hire performance artists
To spread my blood
All over her
Hands
A Brief List Poem About Porn
Words and smartphones
Don’t fail.
Early Slayer
Reminds me of
Early Steve
Austin.
Young, technical
Masters and
Then they get old
And write hits
With Rick Rubin
And Vince
Russo.
I’ve noticed a lot
Of people
Don’t like porn.
I honestly believe
The first sign of my
Queer, feminine self
Came from identifying
With women in
Porn.
Some do not
Believe me and
Just say all guys
Love "lesbian" porn.
So let me give you
A quick list of my
Favorite male
Performers.
1. Lex Steele
2. Manuel Ferrara
3. Bill Bailey
4. Rocco Siffredi
5. Sean Michaels
6. Will Havoc
7. Deviant Kade
8. Tommy Pistol
9. Ruckus
10. Owen Gray
I wish Maitresse Madeline Marlowe
Would direct a film
About Elizabeth Bathory
Starring Sandra Romain
And hire Ghost
To do the soundtrack.