Monthly archives: August, 2016

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…



Books.Ray Bradbury said, “There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.”

Books How great it is to be able to choose to live in the future or the past. Make no mistake, all one has to do is pick up a thick book and read the hook to carry their mind to another time or place, where there’s justice and faith. To travel to the past,…



The Wall

The Wall I have learned sharks can live for four hundred years, and it appears that turtles live as long as that too, unlike humans who can’t see any light after a hundred years have passed. I have to ask “Why?” Why we have to die so soon? I don’t have a clue why other…



The River of Life

Lives begin to grow when it’s time to arrive, and survive. It ends when it’s time to return without concern to where it began. When the moon rises, life rages like a puffed-up river and other times it charms and is as smooth as liquid on a docile lake. Nothing remains the same when heaven…



Good Lord

Good lord, show me the way beginning today. I’ll pray if you say okay, and I’ll stay on the straight and narrow road ahead, and won’t stop in haste to taste any treats or caress any of the lassies lining the lanes. Good lord, that’s not the way I meant, you don’t recognize my accent,…



Silly and sad

That’s what she said with tender grace and the words she used to describe the poem I made from what I did today, and the truth cannot be hid. When I was a lonely kid, I wondered as I pulled, chopped, and sprayed, the weeds invading my yard if like me, they had feelings and…