Thursday, May 12, 2022

What Fun?

a clit or us?
that's quite a quandary
a quimly musk?
or perhaps tea tree...
pairs perfectly
with eucalyptus!
to be fair I have heard
if it smells like fish it's a dish
and if smells like cologne?
oh my word...
just leave it alone.



We won't live in this parallel universe
so prefer the orthogonal!
where the flatland friends cavort
shadows, slips, and shades eternal
where we must go to abort
razorwire-wrapped fists raised bloody in refusal
NO.
a sentence, an existence athwart.



four hundred and twenty is not quite enough
but we should still pause for an afternoon puff
three hundred and eighty is slighty too much
we'd be spin around and back to zero with us!
combine them to salvage a small bit of luck
eight hundred is just an upright infinity plus!



a tiny fog a midnight mist
frosty air bites at our face
damp curls round us like a velvet fist
holds us fast in close embrace
these flavored memories we most miss
oh what we'll do for any fresh taste!
but we must heed what rigor insists
— Never dance twice in the same place




one can own nothing if one has no value themself
as if your body were mist everything just slips through
we're all mostly empty space after all, it's true!
is that why you want to leave our planet so blue?
to fly out to where you feel as if you had gravity too?




shavings sawdust whittled from
this octopus looks just like us
curved chisel sliced open our right thumb
we didn't cry or make a fuss
corkscrew curls soaked up the blood
tiles did not get slick or make a muss
and pain is relief in this world of drudge



we wake to see what's inside the bust
remove it from the pedestal upon which it perched
our singing sickles severed the trust
all in the name of our giddy research
oh the arousal of secrets — our curse!
it won't ever leave a bridge unburned



Everybody's an actor, darling
we're none of us much at all
a small collection of habits and feelings
differential, discrete, and small
heirarchy exists for power
position is all that matters
considering fairness, what a joke
as if everything fair wasn't shattered!

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