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Seeing I flamed a forest on fire...
Seeing I flamed a forest on fire In a friend-of-a-friend's dream diary I bluntly blamed her for being a liar And was assured it was no...
Aug 31
Marcel the Monkey
So I told my mother That us ballet dancers Know that the capuchin Seen while channel surfing Hides this gruesome detail: The sly organ...
Aug 31
My confidence is in my confidants...
My confidence is in my confidants But said confidants are up conifers At an altitude where ice never melts On conical tips connected to...
Aug 31
I'm noting down a dream...
I'm noting down a dream Where we were all friends And we all had sex with each other And by our bedside table stood A giant jar of peanut...
Aug 11
Stomach Malady; or On Being Unable to Barf Up Bile
I wonder if it's the hate I harbor That makes my stomach so Seismic and sour God grants me grunts for hours Then I jet for the gent's And...
Aug 11
Ode to Orthostatic Hypotension
The rushing breeze of an in-brain freeze Arising when one too abruptly arises From a comfortable corduroy couch: A green glowing line in...
Aug 11
The Iliadin; or On Allergies
My lost, ill nostrils both breathing Stands the sole luxury I’m seeking Though thrills too you are conjuring Seems I still fear ye yet...
Aug 11
"It's girls!"
One current curious cross section Between me myself and a maiden, Waking big bellied and bedridden From some successful cesarean, Is how...
Aug 11
At the Dentist
This foot has got to go That foot is set to stay I by my dentist’s door With dire tooth decay
Aug 11
I crush a leaf...
I crush a leaf And the world ends. I crush a leaf And the world ends.
Aug 11
I am in heaven...
I am in heaven In awe and shaken That there is a pool here Swim in my triumphant tears I am in paradise I cannot take my eyes Off of the...
Aug 11
A variation on a theme by Seymour Glass
The plot thickens In a book, written by Charles Dickens.
Aug 11
They've Hid Whom?
What’s there to be fond of but Good port and a plate of cheese? Are things never nothing but Synthetic contingencies?
Aug 11
Poem by the Young Pharaoh
Brain juice in my head sucked out Of my nose by slaves at night. Though I'll stay in bed I doubt I'll remain tucked in too tight. Wonder...
Aug 11
Me a glass...
Me a glass Filled myself Someone asks How full am I Of water? I for one Won’t bother With how much But I’ll still say 3 quarters
Aug 11
A terrible fate
A terrible fate Has flown and landed On our heads Now its claws Carve text in Sanskrit On our heads
Aug 11
Have I you by me my mind...
Have I you by me my mind Thinks I have you not and yet Dawn finds it within himself To wake a poor me up while Poor me pours onto pillow...
Aug 11
I knocked on your head to see...
I knocked on your head to see If your head would ring empty You must have an empty head. Though whilst in my monastery My head monk had...
Aug 11
When the world pays pleasures in pennies...
When the world pays pleasures in pennies And incessantly inserts them Into my massage chair, I melt into marshmallows, it seems Then I am...
Aug 11
Train Poem
With handles in her fists by the train tracks and mist, farewells follow, her friends and the cat that she’ll miss more than anything...
Aug 11
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