CARESSED BY BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA (Poem by David Randall Curtis)

Now that the Dog Days of summer are gone I will be posting more on this channel. Thanks to HeidiSaid, WetlandsRemediation, PoetLina,TinySpectacle,TheAccidentalProtege, PamandyMagic and anyone else I drove insane with my various Obsessive Compulsive Disorder drafts of this poem.

I have a poetry book with 2 DVDs available at:
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or email me at drcpoems@gmail.com

Also, the great SamDougKen (Samuel Kendall) has a poetry book too, availabe at:
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*ALL AND ANY VIDEO RESPONSES WELCOME AND THEY DON'T HAVE TO NEW VIDEOS OR RESPONSES TO THIS POEM*

Note: For anyone following KrinkleCartoonShow, Krinkle and the gang will be back somewhere around the 2nd week of September (The Flying Spaghetti Monster willing--delicous be his name :p ).

The poem:

(This poem inspired by *but not about* Tomi Conner)

CARESSED BY BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA

She let me know it was over
by landing a sucker punch
with polished nails
right between my eyes
that left me
wrecked on our bed
and feeling like
Cupid's crash test dummy.

You'd think by now I'd have realized
love is insanity in a dress;
but despite all my romances, marriages and affairs
I haven't learned a god damned thing;
why any of them
came,
stayed
or strayed.
They all seem like beautiful blackouts.
You know,
the ones you have
before someone slaps you awake.

And I could have sworn
I was sleepwalking
the last time I ran into her;
she was sitting on a barstool
painting her left hook.
After several rounds
it became painfully apparent
we weren't through,
so I took her hand
and blew on her manicure
and didn't think twice
about dropping my defenses again
--because you'll never get kissed
with your mouth guard in.

(David Randall Curtis)


PS: Mone will be appearing in the new Krinkle cartoons! :p

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[twohawksfucking]

The last line knocks me out--I really didn't see it coming... "with your mouthguard in" is dynamite!

[DavidRandallCurtis]

@twohawksfucking Thank you Mr. Bentley. That means a lot coming from you! :)

[myastroflight]

I like your poem.

It tells me you made choices, some were bad choices, you knew that but did it anyway.

You have no regrets.

You have not learned from your mistakes, you fully intend to make similar choices.

You do not blame others.

Life's a ride.

[DavidRandallCurtis]

@myastroflight Thanks very much--I liked your comment! :)

[santiagodevill]

I'd take a wild guess in that I'm pretty sure you desserved it, you Godless Hedon God, you. Stop regretting your walk of life. You either choose peace or pleasure. A slow burning flame or a wild fire. There is no wrong choice. If you're tired of one, your in the age where you could safely switch to the other and no one would blame you for it, Mr. Budda.

[DavidRandallCurtis]

@santiagodevill Hey, I always deserve it! :p There is no real regret in this poem... actually, it's just a poem... I wrote it several different ways and chose this version... to my twisted mind, it is a hopeful poem... because the character realizes taking the chance of getting hurt is a small price to pay for experiencing love...

[PlayboyHerbie]

Have I heard this somewhere else?

[sundersart]

I love seeing artist show their work on youtube , 'i have'nt learned a godamned thing' that is the theme for life.

I love your work.

[sundersart]

The title was wonderfully ironic, reminds me of a Bukowski scene.

[vudu8ball]

Thought this one was a real winner. lots of great lines. Made me laugh. Once you accept that love is like being thrown in a cement mixer everything becomes clear. LOL!

[marycigarettes]

'cupids crash test dummy'....we love that.

[controversialbook]

You might be right, but then again, I'm not sure. I kind of remember a light fixture that had a green shade the bulb stuck through. A voice kept saying you were great out there tonight. You nailed him good with your right, but it was that left that hook took him out. I thought it was the coach, but he didn't use cologne. He was a Mennen's Skin Bracer type. The deep tongue kiss by-passed my mouth piece as I wondered if I was so great. Why are they carrying me to the locker room?

[seaseasea1]

wow! it even can turn someone asthmatic!