Summarize this you bastard spawn of a
soggy ventriloquist dummy now in
the golden phase of the latest storm from
the usual types. I hope it’s
long before you truly get this
world, Mr. Betamax. I’m so
tired of these geese and the hot
shiny eggs shoved down already
swollen throats for a few dabs of
attention from the attentionless. Of
course, I’m so far removed from it all up here on
the summit in the clear sky with my single cup
of limpid dew to carry through the evening as
I wait for her word from the bountiful deep dark
Tag: evening
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a murder of crows find it impossible
not to invent ambient music poking through
the stubborn walls of undiscarded sandwiches when
you inquired about the generative urges you
were requested to leave at the borderthose few additional syllables strained the yes
I’m fine with simulated food though the
evening air moans if it weren’t for
those peculiar appetites I could have retiredto the floating bungalows of Titan after
the outbreak the mechanism showed little contrition
claiming a river is thankful for morewater as a different shard of mirror at
the end of this breath may distribute flowers(A geometric pseudo-neosurrealist sonnet of 100 words.
Lines one through twelve have seven words
and the final two lines have eight.)
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early evening early in the death thinking about death all day the video game deaths I played the music death all the death TV shows the same even if they try to death it my back still sore but better death than the dog deaths her new toy
and no I never did get around to that I gave up on connection and went down paths they warned me about to make blurred photocopies of those same mistakes my hands stumbling fat then thin leaves fell and grew the early sun in winter faithfully rendered in Minecraft reddened the tips of things in a neighborhood or that or this heavy frenemy in my chest sometimes makes his strange will speak
other animals 