Sep 30, 2017
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Butterfly patched. Forgot the scar. But alway reminding. Yorke ate my hamster. Poor little guy. Pound. Gassed. I lied. He never bit my foot. But he also did. We are even.
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Stitched
Butterfly patched. Forgot the scar. But alway reminding. Yorke ate my hamster. Poor little guy. Pound. Gassed. I lied. He never bit my foot. But he also did. We are even.
"Shnake"
"What about a willow tree?" Sorry, I've never seen one. Responding with rattling words... Dancing on my taste buds. Calculated... One ZERO 1 ZERO UNO... dos... trees. Delta wave robot snake passionate with bark. Woof. Woof. Robot willow treehouse. Robotics. Rotten rolls really rattle my world. Leave me alone in my treehouse. Never let me be the snake. I'll never let you be that snake. But I'll always ask and I'll ask, "Are you the willow tree?"
Here's one I dug up from my time in Chicago in 2008 titled "Clayfool"
Fist full of couches. Arranged in crooked feng shui. Collecting stains left by traffic on the 3rd floor of a decent part of town. Catty-cornered tube reeks of basketball shorts & flip flops flipping hits on a community college education. His favorite part is coming up. Happens as we're leaving the cube of hand-me-downs & alleyway treasures. Take another seat on a different couch. A couch that sits 3 & sits 3 feet away from any wall & touches 3 other couches that mostly all sit 3. Surrounded by bad furniture. Surrounded by bad. Bad. Wash my ears & eyes with acid.
Here's an Oldie but Goldie from 2017 "1997"
I'm 10 years passing in a month of fall is the time to rake the dried exhausted, yet experienced lifeless tree fingers through the hair of a beautiful horse child that's whispering between the toes of a limbless, once man, now spirit, a completely mechanized snow flake falling on a solarium on the month of June. This is 1997. This is 10 years.
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Just something I throught was funny enough to post because I'm still laughing. More peoms by me soon. Sorry for dropping the ball.
Ugh,
Long time, no see this peom I just cooked up. Also, can’t sleep. Really into the candle’s light. Also, the shadow is on purpose. Good luck beating this jewel.