poetry/prose by Calvero.

Dead car. Dead computer. Dead xbox. Dying phone. Dead Calvero?

calveropoetry:


Cool Bear says
I need to take
my medicine.

Cool Bear says
taking my medicine
is the only way I’ll ever
feel better.

I tell Cool Bear
it’s hard.

I tell Cool Bear
it’s hard
taking medicine
because taking medicine
is like admitting
you’re a broken tricycle
that no one wants
to ride on
anymore,

taking medicine

universityofhellpress:

At Powell’s Hawthorne NOW. Come get yours!

universityofhellpress:

At Powell’s Hawthorne NOW. Come get yours!

I wanna have sex with this guitar.

Rough, angry, violently-awesome sex.

i hope your nuts are the size of minivans


Her face
is a waterfall.

Your fist
is a fist.

Line up
your knuckles
and punch through the waterfall
of her face
with your fist-shaped
fist.

Open your fist.

Feel the air
behind her waterfall
face.

Grope it
in the same manner
that you groped her breast
in
when you were feeling
her breast
for the first time,

Grope it
    softly,
    sensually,
    curiously,
    exploringly,
        and then increasingly
        harder/
        increasingly more
        inquisitive.

It doesn’t feel
how you thought
it’d feel,

    does it?

    Well,
that’s only to be
expected.

You fell in love
with a first impression
and then filled in the blanks
with fictional parts
of her
that you wrote
yourself,
    as people tend
    to do.

But you cannot
unwrite
the air behind
her waterfall face

and this air behind
her waterfall face
is who she is.

This air behind
her waterfall face
is the person
you have to love.

Can you?

Can you breathe in
the person
she is?

    Pffffft…

I dare you
to try.

I triple dog
dare you
to try,
    mother fucker.

Go on,
    go ahead.

Uh huh,

uh huh…

I hope your nuts
are the size
of minivans.


© Calvero 2014

My marriage will be exactly like theirs.
If not? I will die single with dozens and dozens of cats.
Either way, seems pretty win-win to me.

So calling my dick this from now on.

So calling my dick this from now on.

keep using your insides the way you are

 

Rad.

calveropoetry:


I shaved my balls
for another girl
yesterday.

Another girl
who wasn’t
you.

It made me
really sad.

I didn’t even wanna
really
be doing it.

I just felt
forced to
for some reason.

It felt a lot
like homework
in that way.

Shaving my balls
for another girl
who wasn’t you
felt a lot like…