dylan je ^_^

poems, ditties, & frisky nonsense

[dylane]

segmentation

gotta clip my fingernails before they grow fingers with fingernails that are actually nails like the kind you pound with a hammer to construct verandas but also to relieve stress on the off chance you had a bad day say you accidentally ran over a gray baby squirrel with the push-mower and you couldn’t stop crying so you drank some lemonade but it turns out it was only a sucrose-based lemon-flavored drink specifically marketed to fool people into thinking it was squeezed yella citrus in a mottled glass bottle so dapper but a shame and I gotta clip my fingernails before I scratch my forehead clean off a wispy skin souffle a dull scab scripture a driftwood dermis collage I wipe off the table and fill the floor 

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[dylane]

Happy Valentine’s Day

Most days, I found love pecking at counter-top crumbs, dying for some caloric intake that’d keep the whole thing moving. When I tried leaving the whole damn bread bag love said That is too much to hold. Most days, I ate peanut butter off a fork because I used the last clean spoon and since then the thermostat had been stuck on  what felt like negative digits, the neighbor’s ferret, Monsieur Darcy, chewed through the electric line and of course melted his goddamn ferret cranium, a sizable orange cone came hurtling at my windshield when a semi swerved just in time to avoid decimating a baby human crawling along the interstate, yes, the baby lived. So tonight, after situating clean spoons in their correspondingly sized slots, I wring out the dishrag and love appears prone on the linoleum floor, laughing as it scraps the refrigerator’s underbelly for something delectable at last. 

[dylane]

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[dylane]

Crashing

Turn the bone, stitch the wheel we spin as if eternal rust-guts stuck in neutral spots, searing, crumpled in two concentric speeds — faster, then splash — we can’t control. Cut the body’s engine. Press the pedal lightly until hunger hangs from our hands in soft petals. It’s time we lack, the certainty of moving on, a headlight still blinking.

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*YES!* 

1. Used to Be - Beach House

2. Hot Thoughts - Spoon

3. Revelations - Mos Def

4. Corporeal - Broadcast

5. Spilled Milk - Magic Bullets

6. Tell Me Now - Generationals

7. Visiting - Pinegrove

8. Questions - Buffalo Springfield

9. Bone - King Gizzard & The Wizard Lizard

10. 125th Street & 7th Avenue - Oliver Nelson & Friends

11. Like It Is - Vince Staples

12. They Could Be Wrong - Lianne La Havas

13. Na Po’o Ka La - Makana

14. Someone You’d Admire - Fleet Foxes

[dylane]

I had a dream I was on a shelf in the refrigerator. Someone closes the door and the light goes off, and I know everybody's out there eating. And then they open the door and you see them smiling. And they're happy to see you, but maybe they don't look right at you, and maybe they don't pick you. And then the door closes again. The light goes off.

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little swimmers

after a long, restful evening of playing pretend sumos, sipping cherry vinegar, and talking without the use of fricative sounds, we emerged onto the open space, breathing quietly, licking our summer wounds like papercuts freshly peeled, the uncertain steps we take across dewy grass, the shifting gurgle of saliva when we forget the next word, our hands as pruners culling the bodies, the breakage, the droplets: all the little swimmers coming up for air.

[dylane]

“I WILL CONSUME YOUR CEREBELLUM YOU USELESS BIPEDAL SACK OF SKIN!!” - my cat, oreo (probably)