NINE NON-LOVE POEMS

#1

you don’t want to see me

or even look at me

or read anything i write

right now god is pressing the distortion pedal

of my soul like an old fool 

i am in my backyard

that I hate

that I pay an extra $100 a month for

that isn’t worth it

do you ever think of us

as the statue of liberty

and the lincoln memorial

trading cunnilingus

and fellatio?

you are a halogen bulb

forming a magnetic field around my brain

pulling my insides out of my insides

so i live inside-out of what Mother Nature meant me to be

when i think about heaven

i think about watching natural disasters

unfolding in foreign countries on CNN

from your house

on a piece of earth

where indians laid eggs

1000 years ago

#2

people who think jesus was an american

were slave-owners before ronald reagan was a republican

people who think jesus was a christian

have mesothelioma of the soft parts of their soul

when i pray to god

i ask him

if my life can be

a postcard picture

you send to family members

from faraway nations

that one time, i know

i should have grabbed you

and laid myself on top of you

when you invited me over

to watch that french film

of people fucking for 120 minutes

in a pool

and i just sat there

on the opposite end of the couch

like tobey maguire

in that tobey maguire movie

#3

every time i’m alone

in a bar

i wish i had a journal

where i wrote everything down

so i could read it and remember

all the things you’ve done

to make the world like

Love in a Time of Cholera

but with only the cholera

so i could stop forgiving you

and start forgetting

you’re alive

#4

my neighbor who always wears a tank top

who speaks spanish into her cell phone

who is always already home when i get home

early from work

is in my dream of when we are broken-up

and i am on the neighbor’s side of the fence

professional dancing and moving

like a cure for cancer

in this dream

i am a tattoo artist

and i stencil frida kahlo portraits inside

my neighbor’s throat with ink and needle

and i plan a daytrip with her

upstate

without you

#5

after we’re done

with one another

you roll over on your side

and your chest spills

across your chest

onto your arms

i think about that female bartender

who i tipped too much

who i don’t even know

who i would have

thrown away everything for

#6

one day

each modern country

will have atomic weaponry

because everyone loves

like we do

#7

i hate every girl in oklahoma

i wish god would send an army of cyclones

to suck the entire female population

of oklahoma  into outer space

then spit them back into the atmosphere

so that every girl like you

would crawl back to me

down on their knees

and beg me

to leave the past behind

#8

you were the one

you you were the one

you you were the the one

god

it was you

i would have given you

everything

everything everything

EVERY

THING

you live on the east side

with a guy

with a beard

with no education

with everything i wish i had

when i see you

i want to touch you

and make you understand

that you will be sick one day

and i won’t be there

to give you my good organs

when yours stop working

#9

i want the words you said

i want to hear the word you said

i want the world you said

wasn’t that bad

i want to hold my head

inside the teakettle

on your old stove

and boil it in water

i want you to tell me

in any way possible

what happened to everything

and what i did wrong

(Adam Moorad is contagious.  He can be contracted here: http://adamadamadamadamadam.blogspot.com)