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To the ones who lost their PhD in innocence
This tale ain’t here to entertain your intellect, boy, pickin’ at a calico’s cuticle misses the whole cat, and those verbose vocabularies aren’t an art like you think they oughta be; it is in the interest of the living to wax wiser than the weak but I’m weary
Before the Storm
“If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything” might be why I fall for your glow every time I walk into a room, hello, sunshine, the seasons are in bloom but I’m terrified of what lurks deep below, will you take my hope in the dead of night and marry her to theContinue reading “Before the Storm”
Resin Scent Resented/Harmless and Heard
In this ol factory residence, we resent the scent of resin, residue staining our retinue when we want to walk free, yet if you run to the void and scream yourself clean, not even bark will hear and echo back your pain, so you can’t be both harmless and heard, you catch my drift? YouContinue reading “Resin Scent Resented/Harmless and Heard”
Assassin/Candle Castle Crown
Buy my price, point my blade, Under cover of stars I Reap souls, steal them from the Night. — Take these coins, assassin–avenge my Home, my Isolated throne, thieves have Stolen all I own. — Claim me and I’ll cauterize these wicked villains, I’ll feed on your vengeance, Tell me, princess, will you–for queen andContinue reading “Assassin/Candle Castle Crown”
exhilarate/annihilate/landscape of a heart
please describe yourself, in as many words as you like, our words are boxes, so check all of them or just one of them
If a word exists, you were not the first one to say it,
So let me be the first to say, Happy San Paddywack Dia, alleft, now get a gerbilish move on, a crouton meets Charon, a Pluto meets Pharaoh, go grab that batter thingy kerbober or we’ll go zeroely conbotcher, take that, you’re a piddly puff, a pinky pie, fztcrack the bamclack and ripreronrahroo. Oh, it’s easyContinue reading “If a word exists, you were not the first one to say it,”
Dreaming of Sparrows
There go the sparrows shot through with piercing arrows cut in hollow marrows, fall from fresh air to the steel wheelbarrow clanging like a bell in a Christmas carol
Wrists in the Blissful Sea
Literal literary list:
miss the analysis kiss the lysis alyssum alyssis ask asylum assist us — Nonsense-san decrees: I can’t give you the happy ending first, it will completely confuse you,
Freezing Rain
There’s pretzels outside. Dipped in clear chocolate, hanging low over creaking snow. The crunchy candy’s layered thick, inviting a thirsty lick, a cold touch crackles it breaks the pretzel salt on the sidewalk sprinkled for freshly baked branches.