Submissions by ascarborough
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2022 3:28am
23rd Feb 2022 3:28am
have you thought about writing this down?
i want to tell you how it happened,
how in a pocket of schenectady, new york there was
a pocket of German-Americans. there were two camps.
the first camp was the pre-war immigrants, most
in their second generations, maybe third, and for
the most part they were fine, thoroughly
Americanized. the good guys. that
was my great grandfather, he
was an opera singer. he taught my grandmother how to sing,
she taught me
how to sing.
the other camp was the war and post war immigrants
the ratliners, the sons of engineers
the widened...
how in a pocket of schenectady, new york there was
a pocket of German-Americans. there were two camps.
the first camp was the pre-war immigrants, most
in their second generations, maybe third, and for
the most part they were fine, thoroughly
Americanized. the good guys. that
was my great grandfather, he
was an opera singer. he taught my grandmother how to sing,
she taught me
how to sing.
the other camp was the war and post war immigrants
the ratliners, the sons of engineers
the widened...
#family
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2021 3:01pm
22nd Nov 2021 3:01pm
November 3rd
Driving on unlit Berkshire roads
I wonder what these massholes think of
my bumper sticker. Then I wonder
why they stopped putting ashtrays in cars.
They’re asking what has happened tomorrow.
I am telling you, I already told
you, I am certain. I certainly
got gas before I hit state lines, I certainly
haven’t died yet clutched in the talons
of a big black bird, certainly
haven’t died yet my heart staked up
on a lawn arms tacked up like a banner
on a garage door kicked shut closed for good and ever.
This year, I will to keep...
I wonder what these massholes think of
my bumper sticker. Then I wonder
why they stopped putting ashtrays in cars.
They’re asking what has happened tomorrow.
I am telling you, I already told
you, I am certain. I certainly
got gas before I hit state lines, I certainly
haven’t died yet clutched in the talons
of a big black bird, certainly
haven’t died yet my heart staked up
on a lawn arms tacked up like a banner
on a garage door kicked shut closed for good and ever.
This year, I will to keep...
#pandemic
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2021 5:31pm
20th Nov 2021 5:31pm
Shelter in Place
No. Not weed. My lungs are sore and gorged.
No, we drank all of the beer last night.
But I have sour mix. I could make drinks.
Look up if the liquor store is open.
I’m full. I’m sick. It’s much too late and I
Am tired and this feels surreal already.
Oh god, don’t even think about an upper.
I am too tired. My head hurts. We should
Fuck, maybe it will help my headache.
But first just let me wash my hands. Oh,
Come now. Please, don’t take this out on me.
Where will you go? The house feels large and empty.
It’s almost April. Outside it’s...
No, we drank all of the beer last night.
But I have sour mix. I could make drinks.
Look up if the liquor store is open.
I’m full. I’m sick. It’s much too late and I
Am tired and this feels surreal already.
Oh god, don’t even think about an upper.
I am too tired. My head hurts. We should
Fuck, maybe it will help my headache.
But first just let me wash my hands. Oh,
Come now. Please, don’t take this out on me.
Where will you go? The house feels large and empty.
It’s almost April. Outside it’s...
#pandemic
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2021 5:21pm
20th Nov 2021 5:21pm
Things are getting bad again.
It’s the middle of the day and I hear
Car horns
Ongoing cars flash their brights at
Me
Car horns
Ongoing cars flash their brights at
Me
#MentalHealth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2021 4:59am
19th Nov 2021 4:59am
aubrey plaza was really hot in “The Happiest Season”
and that makes me so sad. because that film
destroyed me in a way i will never recover from.
something died in me the third act of that film.
the first act was so good! everyone was so hot!! I thought
I knew what was going to happen and I was looking forward it and aubrey
plaza was gonna be Kstews christmas miracle and goddamnit you know I love
a fucking christmas miracle
but cLeA dU vAlL just had
to do a queer subversion where the lesbians
die at the end. (so much for “sub” in "subversion"). my scarce
dreams were fucking crushed i...
destroyed me in a way i will never recover from.
something died in me the third act of that film.
the first act was so good! everyone was so hot!! I thought
I knew what was going to happen and I was looking forward it and aubrey
plaza was gonna be Kstews christmas miracle and goddamnit you know I love
a fucking christmas miracle
but cLeA dU vAlL just had
to do a queer subversion where the lesbians
die at the end. (so much for “sub” in "subversion"). my scarce
dreams were fucking crushed i...
#LGBT
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2021 4:43am
19th Nov 2021 4:43am
See Tracks, Think Train
I am looking
where 2 minutes ago I was flashed
by a stupid mint green honda civic. my lights
were on. I checked.
I am looking
for a bump, a dent, a crack
in the road but I know that they repaved it
last summer. I remember.
A mile up ahead there’s a railroad crossing.
Wednesdays at 4:45 freight train holds up a perpendicular line of cars in either direction for about 10 minutes, but during summer roadwork it’s anyone’s guess. I guess it’s not that long- I remember my dad ranting about being trapped behind chains of cars for 20, 30...
where 2 minutes ago I was flashed
by a stupid mint green honda civic. my lights
were on. I checked.
I am looking
for a bump, a dent, a crack
in the road but I know that they repaved it
last summer. I remember.
A mile up ahead there’s a railroad crossing.
Wednesdays at 4:45 freight train holds up a perpendicular line of cars in either direction for about 10 minutes, but during summer roadwork it’s anyone’s guess. I guess it’s not that long- I remember my dad ranting about being trapped behind chains of cars for 20, 30...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
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