Monday, December 1, 2014

Collection of Poems written very quickly ;'(

her hair grew gold from grief
lifted a spire
far into exile
seer detail
ploomipuu jute veil.

all apologies at my best for all the shit i post.
when i was in high school, i burned all the assignments.
when i was in art school, i dropped out the nude for a BFF GF.
when i was in a relationship, i bailed ship,
i do not expect any single soul
to sift click through 
these URL.

wore wear the blue crown,
cursive like a DR. 
i am not that, i choose to be this.
sin the open heart surgeon.
google results do not
display this essence.

ewe
that's on your sleeve ,
no one can tell shut up
ship a bottle , cork it
alcohol doused
cotton ball gag ,
strike match aim at big truck
rise sister killer
burn the debris do not agree
styrofoam pig-sty , compost biodegradable eye
blink blink
lvl
up spyware soft jacket ,
hard
drive style catwalk
neat surf mountaintops scenic snowbunnys ,
pacific blues ,
explosional wrapping
hair follicle to toenail ,
beat coat of harms


Like made name
t'easy and freeze kiss,
yet there is an N you're forgetting
so the toes the feet of Net is bliss.

i watched him pin preternatural butterflies to board weighted by glass.


Tell me what do you know about dad?

I don't know if I saw it,
Though I scanned yr eyes, 
And held you tight.
I wasn't sure, because it can never be fully adsorbed,

My Love is like a Black Hole.
With relentless pull,
Yr love, reminds me of,
The Light that black swallows hole.

I fraught and bought, 
You panic, 
You quivered like a shaky flame,
That I would smother,
That I could take you down inside,
While I know that I could never hide,

My love is like the black hole,
With relentless puuuuuuullllllllll
Yr love is like,
The light that black swans hold.

Here is the kicker, 
And here is the gasp,
Collapsing superior mass,
Light at directly under them,
Unknown as to where the bright light returns.

My Love is like the black hole,
With relentless puuuuullllllllllllllllll'ah
Yr love reminds me of that the light that black swallows whole.

Listen, If you wanna talk punk and yr dad, then let's talk dad and punk in the kitchen.

I know one thing you aren't, that you aren't a punk
And you know why dad knows more about punk than you do
Because Sid Vicious, When he left he took his loved ones with him


OH! That totally meaningless, I don't get the point, I'm Leaving (sobs)!

That's right.

(Loud explosion)

http://youtu.be/ZHqcoEzlzy4


body lining :
chimney ash sweep
dual suet , sussex pond pudding
In Your House
befriend me nutrition facts
smorgasbord acid , 
Seventeen Seconds A Forest of scoria.

saudade-dult thirty-one-years of age ,
no friends write home to mama about ,
Play For Today
saucy expiration dates.

crinkle cut try a new flavor
blue raspberry left field. 

dear you grabs juice alone and burns Picasso candle with coconut oils.



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