they followed her all the way down the cityway

i can’t believe length matters

or that anyone actually has the stamina to read

need to remind myself i’m the freak with attention span problems

why is it so much effort

and pain

pain

pain

rghhhhhhhhuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnn fuck it hurts

When people grab my neck with their gaze

And make me nod Yes as in agreement with their love and human nurture

They snap my neck the wrong way

And fuck does it hurt!

It’s dumb

Funny

Dumb-funny


I love you friends

To be here inane again

So some same fisting

It’s stiff, block E-Daytona never took off

And viewing the passersby

Two-time it: Window watching people pass while writing this

I love you I said

And no comma

Metacritical already

What level is that then

Who knows

I’m fucked


There’s a line drawn before me, after me, in between, down the line

A volley

A return of serve

A winner

Two

Four

Game

I love this sport

It cares for me

This sport loves me

Why were we seperated?

Spell it gothic love

I.e. wright


Remember to forget

Forego

Make love stay toe-to-toe

Who knows what it’s all about chemical love bromance hit hut up cut up again my jawline with your knife

Kissing time

How rouge blockade

Broccade

Belgrade

Love at first touch

So sensitive

Pow


I am so dehydrated

And we could break that phrase up

But we’re metacritical again

It’s so dumb

How do I fall into this trap

No wait pay attention to the reader it’s for them

Don’t insult!

We know you like doing that

Love bitch fuck slut cum dumpster someways some days never again stay in memory hit volley

This sport

This cantene

On the veranda

One window at a time


I asked for a large with the dryness in my breath when I asked for a cup of water

She didn’t hear the evaporation

Sense my lush skin

Kiss me on the eye ball

oon

Never stay

Bromance cushion fuck her in the butt tell me why

Telephon Tel Aviv

tell someone off


my mastercard alawys stops working faster after the first purchase pin cushion cum dumpster of a finance system

who knew it

everyone knows it


i grow tired

i love you

excuse me

Not Doing This for Free Anymore

As if I had the power of a union

I’m realizing that pushing my poetry out for free

Is a sin and a crime against myself

My worth

I and my poetry are worth more than that

Your eyes

Might find my work

Somewhere behind a paywall

Later

After I’m done writing it

After I figure out the cover art

When it’s on Amazon

Or in an indie shop

I’m not doing this for free anymore

You sluts

Recognize true art

And you secretly salivate at it

That it’s free

Oh the best things are free you say

No

Artists need money just like you sluts

So pay up

Fuckers sluts

Pay up

You’re all

So stupid

You have lost

Your Nature

You cannot see

Into the

Aether

Like I

Who am

At one

With

Nature

.

You don’t

Know

What

Why

Do

You hurt me?

Why do you hurt me?

Why aren’t you in prison yet?

You narcissistic sadists

Fuck

You

Fuck

You

You

Trash

Why aren’t you

In

Prison

Yet?

I wrote some bomb-ass poems today

But I’m also a bit drunkish

So like buy my book when the second or third one comes out

Not the second one, that’s shit (and not out yet)

Buy the third one

I don’t know what it’s called yet

But it’ll come out after the second one

The first one isn’t advertised well but it’s pretty trill

FUCK THAT SHIAT