james earl jones is not your father
I spread myself cool like non-dairy whips
in cups made for copenhagen royals
this cumbersome benediction
striking full metal vocal chords
a justification for herbicides
as a means for stemming
population growth
blackboard confessionals
on blushing porcelain
we chalk it up to ceramic celibacy
like oaths meant for melatonin monks
the cowards
panko-breaded and yellow-bellied tuna
the world is meant to be experienced
not shut out
god and I know this
god and I
we are rabid dogs
searching for just one more jugular
to eviscerate
walking atrocities
these men that call for peace
you must let such things play out
or the children will keep playing
sudden death overtime
ceasefires are for suckers
and commercial breaks
war is all filler
like the pasta in all-you-can-eat buffets
bloody marinara
the value is in the meat
the massacre
dead men throw no bombs
survivors do
you are rain on my lips
I am desolation wilderness
this is a love poem
purplemonkeysexgod
