Shaky hands please calm
Upset tum please settle now
But please don’t leave me
Shaky hands please calm
Upset tum please settle now
But please don’t leave me
Step one: copy codes
Two: lament bank balances
Three: Like WordPress post
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Gaseous puppy rump.
Can’t scoot him off. Too darn cute.
Suck it up. That’s love
“‘S’cuse me ma’am. I’m lost.
I can’t find grandpa nowhere.”
“Funeral room five.”
Rosé before noon?
Puppies, plans, lunches with friends?
Oh! Vanderpump Rules!
Hot wind. Now I’m home.
Watermelon rose tea too.
Southern wife, sweet life.
What’s lost is mine now.
Now somehow you want it back.
Gotta catch me first.
Coffee, pen, journal
I told the page a secret
Blotting out the sin
Ridges cleave open
Sun screens burn to smithereens
Mars? Arizona!
Pond swells after rain
Cactus bitter at it all
Progress down the drain
The moment he calls
I want to be by his side
Like how a leash works…
Severed ties while drunk?
Crying over a glass now?
What more will it take?
“During midnight skies, I watch the moon fall out of love with the stars.” – Unknown
Like a painting, I was unfinished. And you like to start projects, but not ever complete them. Until my frontal lobes developed–until I was a fully completed sculpture, I could not finish this poem. Confusion of that time stuck like putty in the holes of my frontal lobes.
Meet me 4pm
Hand on hand like a mirror
“I’ve missed you darling.”
Riled up all day long
Judging eye at my mother
When I’m the issue
Should beasts eat their tail!
Venom… years later, at will
Old posts… not yet dead
You can choose but one
Nonpolitical space/art
True, he fit his name
With clanging whirlwinds
Still meditating—no breath—
My own voice unheard
Crystal ice like shells
Once we fall through, won’t we freeze?
Scurry back laughing
Writer who does not:
Separate island, stale wind
No thought, words, sound, life…