Gloria Hole

Reads: 324  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Meeting a girlfriend of an old friend who blew my mind, despite living most of her life in Manitowoc, WI.

Gloria Hole


You knew better than to fornicate with the erudite

Many a pothead clouded your door, you were

A gateway to harder sex, I knew you better

Than your Ann Rice fan-fic and your brown

Acid Zep-induced Taoist symposia a simple

Minded one track third eye blurry dystopia

A Valerie Solanos diaspora homogenized

Oprah-improved and boring as hell


You notice the smell on your boyfriend’s

Jean jacket, and you go along with the others

Insisting that such behavior is in the genes

And matters little since these are childless

Scenes, in the company of comrades

Consorting with the  three furies

On their hurly burly Harley’s

And you think they live to ride

Just as you ride to live and love


But never leave before they

Have  a chance to fuck around and steal

Your stash, for in the end is that not

What women want?  Maybe you  made

Your own bed reading de Beauvior and Steinem

Before having your hymen torn

To the trailer park rhythm of Eminem

Driven home and driven in by Nine Inch

Nails, and when at last the benediction

Comes it is less than gothic apathy

Death is wasted on the young


Though you were for a time my friend

I can remember you no better

Than all the bad poetry I could

Wad together and submit to the pop-culture

Glory hole.

Submitted: January 03, 2019

© Copyright 2020 shabbycurragh. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

More Non-Fiction Poems

Other Content by shabbycurragh