What!

I’m not sure what it was, maybe I’m a nut, or maybe because of my seclusion it was an illusion, or a vision of another dimension. I’ll give odds it was sent by the gods to show me the way during the day. Perhaps I slept and dreamed of the things I saw, but they…



Be Nice To Your Wife

When death takes you, don’t overload loved ones with funeral costs. Donate your body to science, and once you sign on the line, your corpse will get a free ride from the place where you lost your breath, and met death, to a place where any remains in hand are in demand. Students, doctors, and…



I’d Rather Be Blind

I’d rather be blind than see on TV, places where kids are tortured because of an archaic belief. Do I have to see hospitals destroyed with kids inside whose time is brief. Babies smother and die when oxygen is destroyed by bombs aimed at hospitals and tents. I’d rather be blind than have in mind…



Asteroids deliver frozen Water and,

Asteroids deliver frozen Water and, drops of it fall from the sky so things don’t die. Thirsty ground, animals, plants, and man go to hollows to swallow as much as they can. It’s unknown when the next nourishing drops will come. Some pray for rain, others dance in a trance, but sometimes prayers by so…



Singing the blues

Wasn’t it yesterday when we lay in bed with me holding you tight? The life we lived was okay. We didn’t fight and you swore we’d stick together for the rest of our lives. You said it was the only way, but I didn’t know only a few hours remained before you’d tiptoe out the…



Dog Meat

John’s watching the boob tube, by himself on Saturday night again. What’s wrong with him, he wonders for the thousandth time. He’s practically a virgin at Twenty-seven years old. It’s been so long. Why in the hell couldn’t he find a woman to spend time with? Spend time, hell, have sex with. There are women…



Pharmaceuticals

Doctor, doctor, give me a pill to fix what’s wrong with me. Give me, give me, Adderall, because when I partake, it’ll keep me awake. Give me, give me, codeine or oxycodone, or maybe morphine’ to stop my suffering. Why not all three to make me like I used to be before throbbing pain took…



Rejected

The letter said, “Dear John.” Not really, but after twenty five years of writing words and trying to get my work in print, I shut my eyes to hold in my cries and the feelings that I want to die. I can’t take dismissal without feeling hurt, insulted for my work, my emotions go up…



Heaven’s Door.

After an hour, I saw a flower, She waved her delicate hand, and I crossed the street to converse before she got lost. She tried to reverse during the discourse but didn’t deny that she wanted twenty dollars to rock my world. Without wasting her breath. She said, “Lets go down the road and once…



Charles Bukowsk

It’s the birthday of the man Time magazine called “the laureate of American lowlife”: Charles Bukowsk Bukowski said, “Bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early success or the ability to do anything well.” Please see Joe DiBuduo’s author page on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Joe-DiBuduo/e/B00644C2GG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1471361018&sr=1-2-ent My daily poems also…