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to become the butterfly the caterpillar must hide and crack have its insides spill out and become totally liquid unstable and unmanageable for one who doesn’t know growth the dance looks like destruction and the butterfly must appear as an angel of death rising from its coffin * the loudest sound comes just before … Continue reading
you say we always fight i say we don’t you respond that i’m always wrong i ask if i agree does that prove you wrong * what we talk about when we talk about about is no more than a fight of interest dependent on what didn’t compound interest when it was first talked about … Continue reading
like a cow turned red i must become a personal brand fat with the future slaughter to the masses who deserve entertainment and sustenance look my soul moves like grass in the wind before it is chomped and consumed * Hi all. I post poems with images I’ve drawn here. It’s an Instagram account, … Continue reading
read me poet like a poem where each line stops and starts the world where there is mess organized and a hurricane with a heart in the center of a place decentered where everything is still if only to catch your breath for the next line like a fish caught struggling fighting and hoping for … Continue reading
the following isn’t what is could be * he died like a hot dog with the condiments of death sprinkled when the ketchup dried like relish of a haircut and a stank of something resembling mustard gas and stuffed with meat that was too jumbled to differentiate but that did look delicious at least on … Continue reading
first time holding a baby it cries and i feel like crying too but i do not for i am no baby and soon it stops and grows out of the habit like i did * they say there’s star dust in us spread from an explosion over time and space which makes sense for … Continue reading
i move through my stream of feeds crumbs of laughs and likes with an awareness of what it means to be gluten intolerant and i can do anything to be happy like read about how to be happy or about the egyptians who buried cats which makes me happy thinking of the little beasts not … Continue reading
the following are snipped pets. they should be fixed, but i’m an amateurinarian. * never say nothing because nothing is never said * the axe and the woods are different yet are one and the same and the line between the two cuts * everything is a test of how much you want everything * … Continue reading
the following are a continuation of the echo of yesterday’s yesterday which was tomorrow then, but now are a bunch of murmurs that could be the house because it’s winter and the wind wishes to remind you of the enjoyment it gave you in summer though you put in ear plugs, climb into the bed’s … Continue reading
the following are responses to poets who are long since dead but who sometimes answer me during long nights that it is okay, keep showering, eating chips from a grizzly bag, and reading for there will always be death and in it, poetry and the chipped showers of reeds from those lived days. * two … Continue reading
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