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sometimes, it's fun to write.
on deck.
Conundrums topple, gas lanterns each
wet flesh drums supple skin resists heat.
Place one mouth on the other, rinse, repeat.
There was a ringing- [redacted for content]
a “ seemed sorry” call shattering sheet rock
-sentimental early hours, next: licentious.
is this breakfast in bed, smoked whitefish
cunnilingus and coffee soaked and broken
promises; just like minutes earlier when walls
broke and forgotten timidity imbibed. Spoke.
There are wheels coming off, flower beds made
of flattened rubber, bearings crisscrossed with
black sooty fertilizer with white nutrient balls.
A little boy, I peeled them with my fingernails
packed their corpses between cracks in deck boards.
Picking nutrients from the mud/lips and scratching
infinite in energy collapsing and trying twice. Did
we ever meet, crossing each foot twice we are helixes
heated in hot springs, crawling towards sentience
stealing each other’s sentences, planted in the mud.
I should post something substantial soon, while I do a lot of creative type stuff on this journal, I'm actually also a dude with activities and ups and downs, but then again, maybe abstract poetry is more interesting.
on deck.
Conundrums topple, gas lanterns each
wet flesh drums supple skin resists heat.
Place one mouth on the other, rinse, repeat.
There was a ringing- [redacted for content]
a “ seemed sorry” call shattering sheet rock
-sentimental early hours, next: licentious.
is this breakfast in bed, smoked whitefish
cunnilingus and coffee soaked and broken
promises; just like minutes earlier when walls
broke and forgotten timidity imbibed. Spoke.
There are wheels coming off, flower beds made
of flattened rubber, bearings crisscrossed with
black sooty fertilizer with white nutrient balls.
A little boy, I peeled them with my fingernails
packed their corpses between cracks in deck boards.
Picking nutrients from the mud/lips and scratching
infinite in energy collapsing and trying twice. Did
we ever meet, crossing each foot twice we are helixes
heated in hot springs, crawling towards sentience
stealing each other’s sentences, planted in the mud.
I should post something substantial soon, while I do a lot of creative type stuff on this journal, I'm actually also a dude with activities and ups and downs, but then again, maybe abstract poetry is more interesting.