Confessional

Confessional poetry is a genre of poetry that emerged in the 1950s and 1960s. It is characterized by the poet's personal experiences and emotions being the subject of the poem.

Confessional poets often write about taboo topics such as mental illness, sexuality, and family dysfunction. The genre is known for its raw and honest portrayal of the poet's innermost thoughts and feelings.

Pain, like Pie

There is a
screaming
screeching pain
that is so raw.

It's like a
mouse caught in
a glue trap.

It must be locked
away for no one
to see or handle.

And sometimes
on moonless nights
when no one is
around, and the
owls have killed

their prey, and the
teardrops have been
bottled and sold on
the black market,

you may be tempted
to take that pain out,
like a slice of pie,
and taste it.

Be careful.
It may have
fermented and
developed a mind of
its own.

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Chaos is sexy

Debauched nights, destruction waning,

There is a twisted pull to the underbelly.

Chaos is sexy, like silk stockings and

Bonnie and Clyde.

I can smell it a mile away,

like a dog in heat.

It lures me from the

safety of my sweet calm life.

There is an existence beyond

the bridge, but it's boring and soulless.

I want to murder the light and

the routine. Dredge the marrow

from the bone.

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One for Hunter

This one goes out to
the rambling, gambling madman
from Aspen- the late great
Hunter S. Thompson.

My drinking has landed me
in prison for a short stint.
To occupy my time,
I read and write,
it keeps my mind sharp
and the nursing homes at bay.

Also, a pen or a book in my
hand has the added benefit
of a signal to the other
inmates that I'm in my own
world, and I don't care to converse.

H.S.T's guerrilla approach to
writing, and his sharp gonzo wit
keep me laughing and thinking
on this carnival ride from hell.

And if I can laugh in prison,
I'm halfway home.
My mind will go where my
body can't.

Like Hunter, I'm a betting man too,
and I always bet on the long shots.
So I'm putting a bundle on
me to pull out of this shit hole
and do something with my life.
Ho ho ho, God Bless you, Doctor.