Treasure Island

Jeffrey McDaniel

(1967 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

The Jerk


Hey you, dragging the halo-
how about a holiday in the islands of grief?

Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.
Your eyes are so blue they leak.

Your legs are longer than a prisoner's
last night on death row.
I'm filthier than the coal miner's bathtub
and nastier than the breath of Charles Bukowski.

You're a dirty little windshield.

I'm standing behind you on the subway,
hard as calculus. My breath
be sticking to your neck like graffiti.

I'm sitting opposite you in the bar,
waiting for you to uncross your boundaries.

I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.

I want to ride in the swing of your hips.

My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

But with me for a lover, you won't need
catastrophes. What attracted me in the first place
will ultimately make me resent you.

I'll start telling you lies,
and my lies will sparkle,
become the bad stars you chart your life by.

I'll stare at other women so blatantly
you'll hear my eyes peeling,

because sex with you is like Great Britain:
cold, groggy, and a little uptight.

Your bed is a big, soft calculator
where my problems multiply.

Your brain is a garage
I park my bullshit in, for free.

You're not really my new girlfriend,
just another flop sequel of the first one,
who was based on the true story of my mother.

You're so ugly I forgot how to spell.

I'll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test,
break your heart just for the sound it makes.

You're the 'this' we need to put an end to.
The more you apologize, the less I forgive you.

So how about it?

Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2008
Edited: Friday, February 15, 2008

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  • India Trigg (11/9/2013 3:28:00 PM)

    I feel like this is a conversation between two people? Like the girl is getting annoyed but then suddenly changes pace pushes him up against a wall and says but with me for a lover you won't need catastrophes and they alternate lines in a fight until he says the last line and they kiss. That might not be the idea but that's how it sounds to me (Report) Reply

  • Tyease Collins (11/16/2008 12:12:00 PM)

    A complete jerk! but excellent poem.
    The last line just set off the whole poem.
    Wow that was so good! (Report) Reply

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