What’s all o’ this trash doing in the middle o’ your room? Why don’t you be responsible for once & clean it up? You have too many ‘o them, anyway. Look, you don’t even use any o’ them. They’re just taking up precious space. They’re bound to go bad, anyway. If you can’t throw ’em […]
Heralding the rainy fall, spotted aliens, you bring color to this misty pall, dancing, happy, moldy springs, mixing well with jungle drops that humidifies the air elsewise empty. E’en when not eating you, you taste o’ pears. Bounce me to the magic kingdom, teach me songs so I can sing them— all that sugar till […]
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Accompanying music. …in the moldy air smells fresh of oysters, crabs, & spiral snails rolling inside rolling leaves, brick bells clanging mossy in the cloudy, pale shoving chill that makes me ill but also stomach-filled: the french fries leave their scent, orange trees scheme to bury seeds are all so juicy you can tell the […]
Here stands a black crow in the middle o’ the road. He don’t give a fuck.
I saw it in the warmly cool cast o’ cobalt, spreading its sparks ‘cross the sizzling sands o’ clouds, folded into a thousand gowns with candied drool dripping from its hungry mouth. On damp noons,Jack without his light,still smiling. I caught it in the pumpkin-colored pine needles spread ‘cross the streets, rubbing gainst the off-black […]
Too cold, too tired to fold 2 tires; too bold, too wired— took coal, ¡chew fire! Sorry I tossed it in the can; it looked so vulgar, so insipid with arbitrary rips. ‘Twas bent & crumpled, too. You’ll hardly miss it, ¿will you? You could e’en see right through it—not a color whatsoe’er. So throw […]
Sorry, fallen leaves— though you’re prettier than greens… blame civilization.
Forest firs, please, don’t you ever stop being bed-headed in the sniffling wind; squeeze out your fur the shower-fed drops rainbow in the sun & just as tickling. Both in heat & chill, your bark, it barks with emboss & bevel, home to so many worms & birds in many parks, wake in sun & […]
They don’t like the taste o’ my tear-soaked beef, WHAAAR WHAAAR WHAAAR. They only want chips that crunch with shiny teeth, WHONK WHONK WHONK. I’m sick o’ that hideous beast. That dick’s like last week. It’s time to clean that which collects fleas. ¡Texting it in! ¡Texting it in! That’s what you get when you […]
