Daily Archives: July 19, 2018
NIGHT KILLER
NIGHT is a mushy killer of
daylight whose victim
destroys shadows flattened
entities felled by object(ions)
-(prison splits minds, you)-
AND
a dreamy jury listens -!-
DAYlight rises vampirically like
the first felled Angel /(that
holy golden blood nourished it’s
first victim called
in
som
nia //.\\ ) in a world that
continuously dreams.
:: 07-16-2018 ::
NOTHING GOES HERE
[nothing goes here] YEAH go on a
bastardSLAP bang )OOPS(
that year a salty tear fell
cascaded down my brown THIGH-eye
know my weakness is bad relationSHIPS
leaving every port where my heart
)OOPS( drowns. The worst Broadway
play axed half in wholes like
Picassoic strokes —do i hate it—
\\trickytricksterfuchsakes//
Y )OOPS( ES
of course.
:: 07-16-2018 ::
CONTOURS
THE contour of a
popped kernel
Slipped into my mind
as a silliest
th ought popcorn
pops is a mean guy
who viciously beat
the woman who loves
me. i like eating
popcorn but hate
pops.
MY kernal of #truth!
:: 07-16-2018 ::
ALPHA BETS
wakes up at miserable
NEEDS-TIME a stumbling poet/every
step a letter – BUMPcrashing
fumbling into E; dangerous letter
as a spike like F;
C so smooth like a soft chair;
X to prostrate oneself a C R O S S;
B squishy boobies like Aunt Olga
who lost her secrets within a
dilapidated lie.
Alpha bets are big winners
and sometimes sore losers.
If i could have a word with you
i would use all alpha bets to
just express my imaginary world.
Then. Love?
Never mind—i always
lose that bet.
:: 07-16-2018 ::
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