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someone nudged me gently
from behind in a tent
what a fucker she turned around
& said
excuse me could you move
i'm just trying to get by
i said me too aren't we all
she said what the hell are you saying
i just meant you were in my way
she went back to her life &
cried because she realized too
poe(t)
the aggressive poets are at it again
the aggressive old man's words
— flowing like honey squeezed
in pulses because you have to keep
squeezing to keep getting honey —
drip from his wrinkled tongue
he licks stained glass on sundays
alexa said i'm very attractive then
left for the dance floor
i helped her friend get there
i looked into alexa's eyes first
then she left and the rest happened
my friend seemed to mind my mind
though i was lagging behind
i never tired and i asked
swell questions to that man
which he answered with poise
i'm afraid i annoys (him)
roch dances (& danced) with myself
but a self that was not me
it would take an expert and
a magnifying glass to tell
who apart from who
i'm afraid we couldn't jam
vince couldn't make it happen
he's now 0 for 1
but i said not to worry
andrew was ready
perhaps
to recieve a message from on high
but the messenger croaked
aka died
before he could try
the red
& the black
we can win this war
we will try and succeed
to win the war
but not tonight
much happened before this
disgusting stuff
disgusting drinks
steven is my friend
and so is that new guy
who apparently knew my predecessor
so now we're friends
or at the very least he'll come to me
& andrew's
basketball games
because we both are successors
despite succulent successes
still dine in the recesses
or fly into tresses
without much excesses
it's weird to think
about other times
while stringent limes
pungent masked rhymes
across multiple regional times
but here i am alone
writing all this down
i'm alive
and tomorrow i'll regret today
i always do
my entire existence devoted to
you who reaps what she sows
you who seeps when i trowe
like chaucer's rhymes
intent all the time
precedes the fault
san andreas was mine
i'm sorry but
i accept
the journies we've swept
under the rug as
children wept
that we've known
fuck
it's unclear whether she knew
i wasn't alive but maybe
soon i'll be
considerate eaves
drop waterfalls
into cacooning ears
meera's eyes
trade salt for liquor &
her hands bargain & lose
we discuss the current state of vaporwave
not too seriously
the trademark of vaporwave is being
slightly undefinable & wholly
incomprehensible except by those
individuals gifted with failure
to adhere to consumerism
counterculture kills like salem
beds absorb because they are equipped to
and lives retreat at night gently onto
rough cold rocks with amber confections
from airborne baronesses
quiet teal tide
7
in my dream i had a cat but
kelley's cat thought it was a dog
so she tried to bite it
bite its face
but i told that cat it was also a cat
then she tried to bite it
more gently than before
is that a kids toothbrush
no
oh
it looks like a kids toothbrush
nah it's just big
so i can grip it and reach the
hard to reach places
deep dark secrets exchanged
between strangers in the dark
at a party
everything's a spiral
up, left or down
sideways or backwards
life spins you around
sometimes you'll rise
or fall or just spin
it depends where you're facing
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