Friday, February 19

Doing nothing

Believe it or not, I do poetry when I am bored.


Pug paws', moose on...


It started as drip drafts
Emptying the fool of the heavens
We

were drying up existence of man as we
No it.

Topping the twisted turbine tunnel of the tiny trickle
Fine, turn it left
I was there

to see the reader who read Ruffa Mae upside down

A pulse were not picked up from here
It was not in order. It was firm

Friendly foils too

It was just.right
torrid was the way man met the tears of the gods

It was not wedlock.
We presume.


Perpetual mesh
couldn't possibly smother the two into one.

Siphons, vials, tubes, tongue depressors

You just won't do either

Time is essential to everything.

I tore happiness
I wasted a tear for you. It
wasn't enough

You made a movie about it.

Melting pot of everything, that's what you are
eternal bless while scratching my
back forehead

I flushed when you looked back at me
It was good, you said.

The river was never a river,
it was Devils' Kettle-where no one knows
where it goes


rhyme time

But we had faith in each other.
Someday we'll end up

in a burger shop together.


But everything was in harmony
and we don't care at all. Noe.Ninny


Yeah, you said.
Ooh, I said.

I left the room with butterflies and a happy conviction.
No sud disposition.


12:34 am
the 17th of February

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