Shitty Poetry
Evan Finney

1956

I wish I was one of the Mole people.

Gathering mushrooms in a sack,

Subterranean creatures with vaginal faces

That lean in to kiss the girl

at the end of the movie.

GRAVITY

Hard white stone turns sticky black

Euphoric sludge in a sliver spoon

One last plunge down the rabbit hole

Before  the final trumpet sounds

SPECIAL EDITION

Art is never truly finished

In five years I will change this poem,

and re-release it for a new generation to enjoy.

Fuck you George Lucas.

VISCERAL

Dry black latex catches on sweat soaked skin

Black vinyl spinning daydream fetishism

Copycats purring milk and saucer on gold leashes

Sharp teeth chop through Technicolor skin

As velvet sensations drain out from my body

Super Freak

I will punch you in the forehead,

I will ruin your suede couch ,

I will slap you in the face,

I’m Rick James bitch.