Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler
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Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler Poems
The Rejection Slip
all would-be poets, take note! proofread that so-called poem you just wrote! those who aspire for more Famous Days please steer clear of these clichés:
how i wish my fingers were the bristles or my breath were the wind when it whistles thru your hair, thru your hair
A Shitty Day's Redemption
nothing makes a lousy day better than seeing a sexy woman at the convenience store in her office attire with her white
Be Careful What You Wish For
my trousers have become uncomfortably snug my belt is suddenly a notch too tight i prayed for a few extra inches below the waist
geezer poets with your guns ablaze who pathetically pine for your glory days who shoot down young poets at every whim
i remember staying up with you that heavy night passing a bottle of raspberry wine back and forth as we dragged ourselves thru a thick conversation about prom night car crashes and brushes with death
picture frames, my CD player, plates & silverware there is nothing in this room she has not touched; her fingerprints are everywhere - even the extra pillow on my bed still has the soft bruise left by her head -
i was jealous, but i don’t know why perhaps it was because i felt emasculated, picturing you on the back of that crotch rocket tightly hugging his denim-clad middle-aged belly trying
relationships always begin with a few kinds words and invariably end with many
To The Illegitimate Child
to the illegitimate child, whose streets are dimly lit who pores thru dusty photo albums for the eyes that look like his,
to write a poem for a woman's favour: it is fraught with misery and pain
Christine P., If You Read This, I Still ...
Christine P., if you read this, i still remember you more than i should more than you know you have never strayed far from my mind,
as she wrote 'i love you' on his Valentine it cut her with its edges and she took it as a sign six years later, he's long gone and she disregards
my pen is like a frightened octopus the way it shoots its ink.
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The Rejection Slip
all would-be poets, take note!
proofread that so-called poem you just wrote!
those who aspire for more Famous Days
please steer clear of these clichés:
so what if your heart
hearts are ever in a state of perpetual disrepair
we don’t need you to tell us
who cares if your soul
or trounces? ...