I Hate Poetry

I am writing this to see if anyone responds with suggestions of Poetry that I might like. I have found quite a few that I enjoy but for the majority of poetry I've seen it is a pure pain in my brain to read.

Adrian Mitchell wrote a Sunday Poem (to the Christians)
Excerpt:

Eat this: God has another place,
A goal-hole. Walls contract and crush
Necks on to legs, bellies into faces
And all parts in a constipated hash
Of cancered madmen, vomiting and skinned,
Skewered in flames which rot, restore and rot,
Breathing only the tear-gas of their sins -
That's what the bad dead get.

Don L. Lee wrote From A Black Perspective

Wallace for president
his momma for vice-president

was scribbled
on the men's room wall
on
over
the toilet

where
it's
supposed to be.


I like these and poems by Kenneth Patchen, many of the Beats & some crazy Japanese poetry. Maybe you have some other suggestions for me.

THE STINK WALL

Following the large horseflies around the basement, hoping they would lead me to the location of the smell of dead animal emanating from every direction. The stench was evil scientist amazing. With my red bandanna tied around my moth & nose, along with the Curious George flashlight, & the Taz Toes, I crept along. The Flies were no stool pigeons, they saw that I wanted to remove their meal ticket & were unwilling to give up the location. I followed but they led me astray, even to the point of sacrificing themselves to Castor & Pollacks by leaving the basement into the kitchen. The evil stench was like a ventriloquist, only instead of a voice it projected the smell, everywhere I went it would get stronger then weaker. A bout of ennui worked to resolve the hunt, all I had to do was feign interest, act wearied as if to give up and my nemesis came to me. Finally face to face with my nemesis did not equate to success, rather just the 1st part of the journey ended with the hard part to come. My nemesis found a lair deep within the walls of Liberty. With no fear of death or dead things & a very large hammer I pounded the hell out of the wall & removed the obstacle keeping me from resolving our smelly issue. Exposed like the Wizard in OZ, my prey was not to be feared. Through breaks in the wall I spied 3 bodies. In a rush as if they would get away I tore at the rest of the wall. They were not going anywhere. The family of rat's had come together in a group to die. There were many more exposed once the wall was completely removed. I gingerly removed their bodies from the wall, I had to do this by hand, no tool would get back to the crevice they had made their final resting place. I felt bad that I could not leave them in their chosen final resting place, unfortunately it stunk up the whole house. The children of the flies, Maggots, had already gone to work feasting on the bodies of the deceased. I reached in and scooped every last maggot out by hand. They would travel with their meal to their final resting place in the circle of life.

Dave

Dave was one of my best friends & I loved him. My favorite thing about Dave was that nothing was ever just "OK". Every new thing, every new place & especially every new person to Dave is "just the coolest! new thing", "just the coolest! new place", "the coolest! new person.

Dave calls me all the time to say "dude you gotta go to the place!" or "dude you gotta meet this guy!" "Kevin you would totally dig 'em"

Imagine being able to be that absolutely excited about every new place you go, every new thing you find, and especially every new person you meet. That would be pretty cool.

Dave did.