| (Boring lecture)^2*ADD+("Even Cowgirls Get the Blues")*Sedatives^4= This Poem |
| (Boring lecture)^2*ADD+("Even Cowgirls Get the Blues")*Sedatives^4= This Poem |


My first poem in MONTHSMuni TokensMy first poem in MONTHS
"good for one fare" seems fair enough flies me far enough down down downtown into that city by the bay where i can sit sipping cigarettes feeling coooool
cool & bohemian where beatniks traded braided beaded beards becoming groovy, man
whilst i crouch & slouch in some form unborn a case of prenatal nostalgia


CentrifugeCentrifugeCentrifuge
he has a white-picket wife a casserole house and a well-behaved lawn that trims itself
a widescreen TV with 800 channels a box full of tools he's never opened a room full of books that look important none of which he's read
he feels so denim so redwhiteandblue
he never wonders if the sun tastes like iodine or if water is innately evil or if some animals can see pluto
he's never tried speaking in numbers he's never tried


Introductory IntercourseIntroductory IntercourseIntroductory Intercourse
in my parents' basement to the rhythm of the washing machine thump thump thump it hurt like hell it was over before the spin cycle
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people with low ceilings should not own bunk-beds i got a concussion
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it wasn't at all what i expected i felt betrayed by seventeen magazine
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before it was over his mom came home i hid in the shower and cried
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am i the reason he stopped liking girls? &


3X Sysyphus3X Sisyphus3X Sysyphus
Fluorescent lightning Strikes twice Abracadabra! And now my Seventh life. The first three Were too heavy The rest Too unwieldy 'round these parts they call me Mrs. Frankenstein
Threaded, tangled, needles flicker Sprout Dilapidated gifts Glitter-stained A silver horse A fleshy, russet smog.
Sinless fingers Stone soldiers Rip my Flaps and fringes Picking at my stitches Loosening my neck-bolts Slowly separating parts Gravity has won
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Follow me through the candycane forest of dreams and I'll tell you my darkest secrets of fate♥
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"Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."
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Follow me through the candycane forest of dreams and I'll tell you my darkest secrets of fate♥
I'm always interested in the work of other poets.
Thank you,
i am also=]
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Follow me through the candycane forest of dreams and I'll tell you my darkest secrets of fate♥
No one wants to read anymore. Especially if it requires them to think abstractly. Or think at all... (
God, I feel like an old person when I say that.
I need a phonograph.
most of the people on deviant art are drawers,
and its so easy to fave because you don't have to read a long one,
sometimes i can lazy too,
and if i see a sentence i like i fave it
but i do read them
:]]
xDD
ish otayy,
express!!
a phonograph?
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Follow me through the candycane forest of dreams and I'll tell you my darkest secrets of fate♥
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