4 poems by James Hand

"sexually frustrated"

i have not been held in a year
i can feel something like loneliness grow
inside me

people are having sex on a screen

blood is rushing to my penis

i want to masturbate

or get a blowjob

without exerting any effort

although i know
i won’t feel better afterward


"it’s 4 pm"

if someone filmed my life
it could be a post-post-post-modern film
roger ebert would give it praise
‘a moving commentary on the human condition in the modern age’
first i have to get out of bed


"i am a dipshit who doesn’t understand science"

i went swimming
and lay in the sun for six hours
why didn’t i evaporate with the water?

i just feel orange and dry

like a shriveled carrot

"frozen lake"

i am flicking my ribs
trying to send pulses through

a frozen lake

i need to crack the frozen ceiling
i can’t breath from under the blue glass

listening to ‘girls just wanna have fun’ today
i realized i have ruined my fucking life

sitting at the intersection looking through a rearview mirror
i’m dedicating this poem to how fucking retarded i am

i look at a baby in the car next to me
i want to tell him
‘you will hate yourself one day’

or maybe just
‘i fucking hate myself’

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