Matthew Strimaitis

Punkpoetry.com is pleased to introduce Matthew Strimaitis. A computer scientist at the University of Wisconsin, Matthew has been writing since grade school, and started penning work for the Huffington Post while still at High School. You can find more of his work at  huffingtonpost.com/author/matthew-a-strimaitis

Pretty Okay

Dance in the grey, it’s a pretty okay

A foot in the bed of an earth stamped sandal

A tattered-torn anklet like an airplane blue blanket

Treading naked the road with no peachy display

A fence that holds hostage its border and name

Looking for rightness, a neutered excitement

Or a hope that is young, imprisoned for fun

And rationed out slim to make tangibly tame

Deformed rusty mold with a texture and taste

All diseases I own will be mine to parade

But I’m looking for hope to be mined to create

While imprisoned an intimate, minor mistake

Pair a leader, a leaper, deformity way

Raise your flock to feed off the disease that you make

Then a whistle and spark and they bury me shade

To live out a sentence embark in the fade

While a half hearted lightness in rags and indictments

Said “I would be fine living day after day

Wandering Earth with no plans of a purpose

Living my life as a pretty okay”

Emily Ramser

Punkpoetry.com is pleased (actually more than pleased – honoured) to introduce Emily Ramser – a California transplant poet living and writing in Denton, Texas. She teaches creative writing to middle schoolers and writes poems about flowers and being a lesbian in her spare time. She has published four books with Weasel Press, the most recent being UHaul: A Collection of Lesbian Love Poems. You can check out her work on her blog authoremilyramser.wordpress.com, or tweet her at @ChickadeePoems.

the 1950s’ lesbian pulp fiction bookcase at recycled books

each shelf filled with tales

of women lazily touching

each other’s thighs and forearms

with soft wandering fingers

in back alley motel rooms

and army barracks,

kisses hidden in shadowed corners,

hands held under the covers,

side glances in public spaces,

gentle hands cupping breasts

late at night with slow and gentle movements,

climaxes filled with women screaming

women’s names and institutionalizations and suicides

because they said

no woman could be both

happy and homosexual

 

CE Hoffman

PunkPoetry.com is delighted to introduce you to CE Hoffman, our very first Punk Poet contributor ever. This is a historic moment in the arts, ladies and gentleman. And with the current rapid disintegration of the West, it couldn’t come at a better time. We live in interesting times, and we need interesting work to represent them. Describing her work as FemmePunk Poetry, CE Hoffman also has a volume of poetry available at Amazon.com – Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948.

You can also find her at http://visceraluterus.blogspot.com

Nice Day to Get Laid*

Grown-up kid w/ groceries: cheese buns, Pepsi.
White clouds make chaos w/ sickgreen leaves.
The grass is not me, we
coexist separate-
ly.
Like how whores live alone no matter the number
of lovers they do (or don’t) take home
Like how mothers mourn while Kids get to grow
Like how whores live alone.

Grown-up girl w/ groceries: in-store sushi.
In other news, I’m making history.
In other words I’m totally
FUCKED
aka
damn lucky.

(*This title is taken from a Sex in the City quote. Seriously.)