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photo credit: hunterseakerhk why are farters torturers? stop waving the damn blanket around after your buttal emanations.
Category Archives: poetry
Kind of self-explanatory, don’t you think? Of course, it’s fair to warn you that I’m not a “Jack Frost” type of poet. My style is contemporary, often blank verse with internal rhythmic structure. The topics you’ll find here are on love, social issues, culture, and other things I find compelling or want to make fun of.
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gently slowly shyly flower brightly you sat next to me in the coffee shop with that familiar dc line ” i see you shorty” wondering what that is Ever supposed to mean i cut my eyes to the side and then nearly lost them fixyourface fixyourface fixyourface hi. said ever so nonchalantly, somehow out of my mouth, almost not sounding like a ball of snot had moved into my chest like on tv in that disgusting commercial which should tell you how bad i felt if i’m willing to make you relive that just so you can relate to me. and he said your hello sounds like a lie. and i said why and he said because it’s trying to make me believe you would never say goodbye he was so MotherFucking Fine that i still can’t decide if that’s a horrible line. i laughed in a far more muffled way than i would if the threat of a stuffed nose wouldnt put moments into unromantic mode then i proceeded to hack as if my lungs had an emergency that could only be solved by exiting via my throat. soft tender hot in whispers breathe. is what he poured into my ear with an intimate arm thrown around you’d think i’d be wondering about living again. instead i wondered if he a coupled man who was a flirty type, a singleton who didn’t play for my team, or some kind of apparition. And maybe i was really in the hospital