“Try Some, You’ll Like It”

real life Mitch Kramer
The Candy Man
hesher baller
from Flatbush

played basketball in Puerto Rico
after tinklepiss honkie Dodger execs refused to sign him
b/c he was an unapologetic stoner
having showed up to tryouts in a tshirt
w/ pot leaf, captioned
“Try Some, You’ll Like It”

6’7″
3.33 lifetime ERA
1673 Ks
Pitched No-Hitter Aug 9, 1976
World Series Champ 1979

*smoked mad weed*

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PSA: “How To Send a Dickpic”

NEVER send unsolicited dickpics (seriously… gross!)

Upon solicitation, take your dick to the beauty shop & get *did*
(wash & rinse, blowout, trim, a little coconut oil)

Keep your dickart game on point: go B&W or sepia,
don’t be afraid to roll out studio quality work.

“I like that dick, Mapplethorpe?”

Remember: if you wouldn’t want that dick in your mouth,
don’t subject others to it’s nasty mess

The Nutmeg Eaters

 

2 Tbsp nutmeg

1 Tbsp turmeric

1/4 c maple syrup

1 c sweetened vanilla nutmilk

(whisk thoroughly)

 

warm orange astringent belches through the nose

flannel mouths sip cool water

sometimes faces burn

fever needle ears ablaze

 

first timers crumble

under flu-like feels

 

pendulous kissing betwixt marijuana

& opioid bodyhighs

 

not much is known about this olde thyme inebriant

trill lifted shrouded fringe,

archaic lean of

wormwood’s longlost

tapping soma

for now-writ ancient poesies

 

 

 

 

©2016 John Thomas Menesini

From a Window Overlooking Centre Avenue

November’s naked trees

are frozen fits

dancing delirious

(or)

wooden nerves

for wooden teeth

 

brown vines climb

castrated phone poles

perpendicular to power lines

connecting yellow brick block flats

 

under a slate white sky

bright grey,

where a few smudged clouds

bear bruises

 

above all the little, little people

down, down below

grinning within

their smoky din

 

 

 

©2016 John Thomas Menesini

Paris of Appalachia

 

 

of those veins

run rivers

Allegheny

Mon

 

merge

then  Ohio  taketh away

 

to port, to port

that cargo Coal

fuel for the  BLAST

besting Hades

 

flame for licking flame

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©2016 John Thomas Menesini

Sexting w/ yr Mom ♥

the earth spins 1037 m.p.h.

i spent the morning sexting w/ your mom

 

i typed damn, i’m gonna finish                        -hit send-

your mom responded                         lemme see

then

where do u wanna leave it? lol

 

everything comes to an end

our sun is no exception

sure, our sun has millions of good years left

but its eventual doom is certain

 

i imagine me & yr mom in space

(what’s it like to come in space?)

i imagine space is too cold for yr mom

but i bet she’d remember to bring a sweater

 

in 1.1 billion years the sun will begin to grow

larger and hotter

the earth’s ice caps will melt

and as the planet heats the oceans will boil away,

eventually earth will lose all its water to space,

it will be a hot dry planet

 

yr mom told me she was so wet

i came in my hand

& took a video to show her

but i got a little on my phone

 

yr mom likes close-ups of my mouth

yr mom is obsessed with cunnilingus

i tell yr mom

using sexuelle verbs

how i intend to finish her

with my mouth

while your mom finishes herself

with her hand

thinking about my mouth

 

i tell yr mom

about the sun

& how it is likely

our entire existence is random

that we are spinning 1037 m.p.h.

without reason or meaning

 

your mom tells me to stop being so fucking goth

& send her more pictures of my mouth

 

 

 

 

©2016 John Thomas Menesini

Gloom Hearts & Opioids

New & Selected Poems (1996-2015) 💜💜💜

Published by Six Gallery Press, Pittsburgh, PA 

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$12 per copy includes shipping for all orders within United States, for international sales we will work something out 💜 All books will be signed and include personal notes and sketches for each beautiful reader 💜

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