as I was destroying the pickup
of the punk who offended me
there was a surge of strange energy
and I started to grow and soon found
I could crush cars in a couple
of swats and then the big box stores
were in peril and whole cities
grew craters and ranges were crumbled
to adorn the lonely plains. It was
exhausting but necessary work
and when I was grand enough to grasp
the blue green grape between my digits
one more overly adoring pinch and
it’s lost in this black sparkling soup
Tag: soup
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in a smear of ink but let’s play
Yahtzee so tired of all my
jokes but how much for
anyway turn off the hearings
and listen to my stomach
full of primordial
soup for a bluer sky when
we all have a moment
to floss again and plant
some grain or at least
some new suspicions
other animals 