#njpoetry

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Good year?

Paint smock drop on the head of the last person available to be capable, of making me a coffin the size of my room

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Manhattan

Horizontal couch M- Dried

ay, be a letter! Paintman 513b camopants]]

NYC, NY "Paint as" Dink, right now Safely, stupidly, dry

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Pepita But Worse

Looked at the seed on the toasted chip to tell what kind of seed it is, instead of the bag When the bag’s right there! Can't tell by look... Doesn’t have anything to leave here that’s emptied Dugout, hazy gem, and relic Any of it's wear seems normal and just a different kind of more filler detail Anything left out is so unimportant, any quirk is already assumed, right through

The guitar on the couch makes you hold your leg at a weird angle Your leg was at the same angle when you ate last night You threw up that night Everyone assumes what lends to  the exact worst

You learn after no success from looking at the chip, from the bag that the kind of seed is the kind of seed whose name you hate Your face twist, in utter disgust

All the rangers in your expanse rock the thermometers and chomp the smoked pepperoni sticks It's the same broke down spectra That you never walked or shook up details And it can't be through because most important things of consciousness's reality are this way Rest in peace treated serious as hell

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Coocoos, crows craw backwards when

they serve you linguini a’la clams

So weird to put it on in reverse

Zip up the tension with a key to

what a key changes the most

Helped up

So hang onto your closed

Help right up to being smashing

So don’t run far from the purifying

color bands

Big dinner table in your yard

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lunch

a far reaching jettison wrapped like netting in talk bubbles

calling clearly

really only proper cause for talking

begging “where is the pace for our hands”

a dead calendar that sits perfect

for how many sprinklers you’d let yourself get away with owning

in this lifetime

proud to be proper

now here’s a tenant, fat on gambling chips

whistling to know what for and how done

chisel a bit off

and hope that fixes a wisp of your breath

I pray never, your honor

because there’s trumpets in crates

it’s where we got the nets from

it helps to speak for real

From me, behind, this wool

Your carpool, what it bristles

I deserve to shuck the fantasy

And I’ll shuck the fantasy and the interlocutor with the fury of every bit of liberty’s

phantom

roar

safe bet

howl

a half baked, same thing in name, potato

totally of it

so many are

to send it right to you

take me more forlorn

a habit encampment

the grit of the parchment

while waterproof, also wont here you scratch or test your worth

me, I’m outside, fawning at beings

reckless with so much lack of meaning

but just enough

for no unnecessary hurt

a jerk to your candy bar timeframe

it would make wonder

should you argue with your damn self

covered in chocolate

peanuts

same shape divulge

where’s the real teeth?

so crying...

crying so

from all the yelling

even your candy bar let’s out a mouthful

well who’s supposed 

to do what 

when they could obviously be 

what comes down and pulves

that creed is awful

certainly it lands your lunch in a mirror

like, okay, i’ll check now

but this whole bit

belongs between material and the common ground of reflection

the simple time of this one that let it self

wait be happy two times a day

breakfast dinner

and at yourself, stare away

done with the candy

lost with your teeth

that’s your meal

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Did you see that person that held those flowers up by my face?

No, flowers don’t smell good and you don’t like this

Crying hands, eyes rub

At a calculator stuck to zero

This is your rebirth

A flower smelled

Looking pretty

Tell how, heavy metal carpet

Looking jam, you smell even better on it

Some weird device?

Hermit crab mob crawling

Some weird device?

Half a sandwich

Let me slam down on the mattress

Hit just alone

The biggest knock outs of all the angry fists of your childhood’s puppeteers

Will they bring the seaweed like banners?

Or just complicate lettuce because, this kind’s green grape jelly?

Hit just alone

And tie it in your tower

Because that’s the average girl stick out’s-hair

Compare to boy, stack and stick out,

average

Hit just alone

Give it to your dying feet

Dying to stand for Sesame Street and vandals

Because you just can’t hit that emoji.

That’s a jam..

Stretch!

Stretchy..

One of us.

Blam 🧨

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Ma, bring me a bandaide, so i look propper

The picture of it gave the cop in there- a black lung

From all that looking in there

What in store will help the mistress compose a sonato

&

name..

Sonata?

$

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10,000, well a shell

not bathing for days to prove that our faces are real but

also that they can fall off

not bathing in the park fountain

out of jeez it’s sure rites

just like oil pastels sprayed and wired

all stuck through there leaving no room

and not spacing it with any idle time from bathing there

your stare looks just like that red color on that thing I wore last Friday

unhinge your whole chin and throw it away

throw it away again and again till it starts to make a cash register noise

collect the money for the price of the red thing and then you can stop

your stare

likes jacko-lanterns a lot

likes when they’re engraved in hail

surely it can hail in autumn

and sometimes they’ve gotten busy with the chisels

Voq. with the chisel

known of making kungfoo noises 

and after many pumpkin lanterns would follow

we’re only allied not to stare locked on

the floors look like a safety coming up to the walls because this is not you

you see it is nothing you would ever do you do the ceiling

reach the spell

covered the sizzling

put everything on board and spared no nails

covered squat that fancy flavoring

half to hit my shin

half to hit my filing cabinet

because we’re struck having shins

that are at the same level of the common filling cabinets

have to garbew the icing wait

it would take time so much left

to bring with it the last digits, that came with these words Old and 43 of them. they don’t

alps per second swearing they don’t

they don’t follow and they don’t mean it wont be one long last of a painful segment

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Guy could just fall out the window

this isn’t no parade it’s an incident

bottom scene,blown away operator

🚗

telling them do not touch the crime scene

he was up there reading the Tempest

like a phone could wobble before falling

I could call many times over before getting hung up on

so that for our newly formed marriage 💐💍

and that killer distance to fall

makes all our friends

and family trying to call you

as if it wasn’t the end of you

You don’t belong here saying it’s fantasy. it’s a dish. Dine so shine day obnoxious beater. The tondulum sticks you hit shit with will he all wrapped up in digs, in hits. You’d probably think

Hey fun thing to do, fall here, end oure lie🕳️

Chipnit titanium from our life. And a balast of the rockiest ore. All covered in space frost like it’s in distant thermo transport. Giggling. Monkeys. In the storage with the rock from our life. Giggling as water beads out over a cup. The space way, and bursting the lip just as you did that day, out of a window, the water catches and ⚰️tumbles and rolls,

and flies righ

out

Into despair?🪦