there once was a travesty called KIMOTHY
the imperfect union of two unstable souls
blansettski and double noodle
the repressed, depressed, unimpressed junkie with the baby face and the ragged white sox hat
the pill poppin', jaw droppin', heart stoppin' stoner with the perfect breasts and the tiny waist
her face filled with holes-metal studs/rings/bars scattered across her flawless milky-white skin that the majority of us wanted to run our shaking, clammy hands over
bitch and asshole
living in constant, continuous, convoluted struggle-motives unknown
hurling ceramic disney characters at his head
screaming at the lazy girl
she has no discipline or drive
at least he can get a goddamn number crunching job
take that last handfull of xanax why don't you?
shoot that last gram of junk into that boyish arm?
where are you now?

Best attempt at poetry I have seen on TS so far.

I'd bung that one off to your equivalent of our Poetry Society.......anyways get a serious review of it somewhere. It's damn good, in essence. Not that I am enamoured of the type of subject you're writing about (prefer gentle pastoral stuff, lol), but this poem has terrific quality and energy. It's pretty tight and pretty well constructed, too. The concept is good, the imagery is clear, the story is conveyed....all in all, impressive stuff.

some people can't bull off aggressive emotions in a poem, but you have done it well.