Vibefucked

by Drewc

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-05-20 20:20:00


Vibefucked on a Friday
Left swimming in this
Murky
(son of a bitching)
lake

They ran like frightened geese
Into the sun
(come home all cooked and red)

She swam away
to New York

And I’m vibefucked on a Friday
No beer
No drugs
No girls
To sing in my ear

Vibefucked and I can’t yell
She won’t hear me in New York
They can’t hear me in the sun
(drowned out by pouring wine)

They’re full of it down there
Stepped out of the car
Into an ethanol bath
And beaches of barley
Where women’s breasts sway
To Bob Marley music
And she’s locked in a cell
Of cement and
(skyscrapers)
windows

Vibefucked in my bed
Going to sleep well past 1
No dust in my head
No sweetness on my breath
(No hangovers this week)

Vibefucked with an empty bottle
It smacks of animosity
She floats by my lips
Around my fingers
And out the door
She left for the city

And I’m vibefucked in my room
Sitting like a flacid penis
(ready for action)
Remembering the smell of her hair
And the pride on
(that asshole)
his face

I’ll kick his ass
Wiping my fist through his skull
(motherfucker)
Crying as he stains his shirt
(pussy)
Rolling over the cigarettes
And filth that stain my dreams

Vibefucked while I sleep
She wakes me up in my dreams
Just so I can yell again
Then remember to forgive
That ball of floral conceit

Stop being fucking superficial!
Stop loving with your god damn
(beautiful)
eyes!
Stop weaving cheap excuses
To veil your hard nipples!

I know he tasted you

Stop vibefucking me with your stories!
I dont want to know how it felt
My eyes are clams
But I still touch you the same

Can you see?
Finally?
It’s time for the bastard child
Time to travel that plain road
Back from New York

Unwrap your shopping bags
Take off your silver petalled glasses
And see me for the
(vibefuck)
guy I am

I’m Caesar
I’m ordinary
I’m vibefucked until you come home
Vibefucked until you receive me
Vibefucked until the waves crest on the horizon
Glinting in the sun for just a moment
Vibefucked until they crash on the sand


-Drew, (no longer an aspiring poet)