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someone nudged me gently

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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

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

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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