11 3 / 2013
Intimacy
You call my name
to go deep—near you,
here with you until I come,
not lose myself for a little while
as close to you as
a layer of ribbed latex,
frightened of a Philadelphia fate
we protect ourselves from each other,
semen—a hole that would swallow
from the inside—thin out the
good parts that got compliments,
made generous old queens
who have seen it all before
comp dinners and cranberry vodkas
pay the way for the next generation,
forget dead friends stitched to a quilt
of brightly remembered memories,
bury images of bed sores and wasting
while I’m wasting my mother’s grandchildren
in spermicidal body bags
just to feel you,
pull you closer,
hold to a rainbow
that will burn up
with the sun—
forgotten.
11 3 / 2013
Where are all the poems?
Hey sorry I have been absent for so long, school is killing me but posting a poem now. Will try to give myself time to write.
-Jonathan Flike
17 1 / 2013
Cucumber Girls
Okinawa banana broads claim
zucchini chicks are freaks, but
cucumber girls keep it cool,
nondescript toy shopping
eyes on pesticide-free organic
prizes of the produce aisle, a
purchase with patience and lubricant
to sit on dimpled phallic fruits
when the house is empty in
volumes too large for company picnic
Caesar salads or home spa treatments,
CDC endorsements that More Matters
between the pelvic bones—either
ripened on the vine or English
individually wrapped
easier to wipe clean
bagged by timid baggers
who ask to assist in ways
Mosanto has a patent on.
-Jonathan Flike
12 1 / 2013
New Verse News
My poem “Gun Control” was published on New Verse News. You can check it out on the link below. Enjoy :D
11 1 / 2013
Wilde Magazine
My poem “Types” was published in Wilde Magazine. You can get a digital copy for $5.00 or there are hard copies for sale as well. Check them out :)
http://wildemagazine.org/winter2012.php
21 12 / 2012
The Day Doomsday Didn’t Drop
December 21st, 2012
came and went,
disappointed doomsday preppers
prepared to set social scales in their favor,
1%ers through canned good hordes
semi-automatic gun stocks
rivaling NRA convention halls
now pessimistic of future Nat Geo shows
or what to do with collected gold
maxed credit card debt
mortgage payments to a bank
not shocked by solar flares
ransacked by zombies
thrown by a pole shift
crumbled by killer quakes
washed away by tsunamis
degraded by nuclear fallout,
an epiphany that civilization
moves on without the crazies
locked in a decommissioned missile silo,
orders from bad-weather false prophets—
their quick buck book deals
manipulate the conspiracy minority
who call the mainstream “sheeple”
who lack ancient Mayan shepherds
who never saw the Spanish coming
who failed to foretell
their own end of days.
-Jonathan Flike
19 12 / 2012
Netflix Instant Queued Taste
Red envelope withdrawals debilitate
left-click fingers browsing
C-flick crap to increase catalogue
counts of flimschool flops
amassing as a sewage treatment plant
in the cloud, streaming to a television
with an urge to become alive
just to kill itself,
throw itself over a bridge
made of bad music montages
blatant big title rip-offs
plot clichés that caused
cancer in Roger Ebert,
hopeful in its suicidal act
to land on an poreless
upcoming Disney child star,
end a future tween show
buffered into the retinas
for only $7.99 a month—
a checking account
automatic payment not worth
the steps to cancel,
while Americans think
it was Qwikster that
got rightfully screwed.
-Jonathan Flike
