Least Read Poems About Men

I.
The gift, a paper frog, telling me
to press as I like to do
on a gift gingerly and calls me beautiful
(asking me how to say so)
and leaves a scribble
mentioning I look smart (even without glasses)
how do you look smart (without glasses)
and she with her boyfriend hopes
I stay in touch, I always stay
in touch with the paper
leaping by myself over spaces
intended to be separate
theyleaptogetheranyway
if you poke at the paper
in a sustained manner (she likes rocks)
a long indexed stay (I admire...

i want to shine back up the staircase
to tell you exactly exaltedly
just how the power-towers look
splayed like men; i split-lickety-split

let us stead the radio-waves

if we maybe thought as they did
and evolved enthusiasm
through the precision
of motions and handheld devices in bed

let us shake romanticism by its grotto

if loosely we stayed as lewd
as glass when cooled
but moved as a pebble spun from tires
hairline-fracturing the foreclosure

let us stump the rainfall
...

Andrew Johnson  
on my grand mothers side 
my great great uncle
1865 - 1869

She have had four kids, ten piercings and major tattoo work
But refuse to do anal, because she says the shit hurt,
     “Even the tooth fairy checking children’s pillows when they sleep
Why don’t the motherfucka go to a graveyard and dig up dead people teeth,

     “Bitches think sympathy is the same as accountability
Then shed a tear for me when I’m doggystyle deep in the pussy,
     “Let that animalistic attitude come out when howling at the moon
Because everyday life will be fucking her and is not cuming no time soon,

     “Some women...