Life Poems

Extra Lean

Dear western world
If you are so lucky
To be sitting in front
Of a four inch high
Corned beef sandwich
(extra lean)
With a can of Dr. Brown’s Cel-Ray
Please don’t complain
That they gave you half sour
Instead of full sour

Dear Ugly

I dont like you
I dont want to look
Underneath your ugly skin
To find your beauty
Forgive my superficiality
I’m ugly too

My Father Curses at Inanimate Objects William Eidelsberg 1924-2004

My father curses at inanimate objects
A stuck fly is a cocksucker
The tight top of a gefilte fish jar
Is a god-damned mother-fucker
If he drops a pen he yells
You piece of stupid shit
And even if my mother or me will drop
A bag of peppers he yells
You fucking bastards
I’m not sure exactly
If my father is
Really cursing at
The peppers or his fly,
My mother? Me Himself?
Or maybe he’s yelling at the entire
God-damn, mother-fucking, cock-sucking world


Tick tock
Tick tock
You’re dead


I live from sleep to sleep
The in-between parts
Only are good
In order to make
The next sleep

Das Kapital

Everyone told me
never touch my
capital like it
was my mother’s pussy
but I touched it
and touched it
all is gone now
just trace smell
on fingers yummy

Poor People

Look so
Godamn poor
Cant they buy
A few armanis?