Limbs sway suggestively in the wind just like shapely human hips. How your leaves scatter here & there as humanoids fling their loose hair. If roughness were treasure, I’d invest in your trunk o’er the hairiest chest; for I know your bronze wood’s renowned & e’en supplements my own. I know your wide black hole […]
Maybe I shouldn’t feed myself so much regret when there were so many different animals I got to pet.
Accompanying music. Blues wash boughs but black still keeps in the kitchen ‘spite the lights toasting coffee donut creams; when bird portraits lost come ‘live, when the slumber cinemas play still, till they’re suddenly breached by scents o’ cinnamon & the neon digit 3. Walk across the sweating grass, through the chilly wind o’ glass— […]
I have a festering blister on the inside o’ my mouth… That wasn’t a metaphor. I truly do. & it hurts quite a lot, too. D’you know how to get rid o’ it, please?
Accompanying music. Though I wrench you off your tree, ‘least I get to feel your flesh…? No, that’s not the way to treat sauce that grows right off the stem. Itch my nose with pepper smells, spread your veins all over me. I need sap mo’ than all elms —I’m the 1 who’s looking green. […]
‘Twas lovely wandering summer evening parks. ‘Twas in Gelat’nousboulder1 where I saw trash all scattered ‘long the vomit lawn, accomp’nied by globs o’ doggie shit & feel-good posters taped on tree boughs. ¡How nice o’ nature, serving such important needs! Surely tacky clip-art betters boring orchids. ¡Phhh! Luckily I saw the man whose dog improved […]
Ha, ha, ha! I’ve gotten you funky fuckers yet! I found the loophole. & you can’t stop me. I’ve found the 1 place I’m safe, where you can’t find me– your kryptonite cavern. I may not be able to do anything wrong without being punished; I may not be able to say anything wrong without […]
El oscuro octubre y el claro inverno ambos son gris. ¿Por qué los anuncios de películas me bombardean a tantas bombásticas citas? El octubre y el invierno no se enfocan en el ruido; no, son tranquilo y suave como la crema de cacahuate. Dark October & bright Winter both are gray. Why do movie commercials […]
Ripples in my glass o’ tea, how I could forever gaze & forget society, live my perfect holidays, breed my perfect memories, just to laugh into my face ‘bout the myth eternity. O, tart tea, give me a break. I try gathering all your rings, but they just slip down the sink, followed soon by […]
