should look at the NaNoWriMo project
for years so one day you may enjoy the feel of it in your pocket I suppose that’s the story isn’t it in some city of broken shells and unavoidable night work
and see what I feel about it
perfecting songs of pain gargling with gravel and when they wake the tender young ones scatter to the traditional winds
because of course I’m having some
though of course this is plucked from moldering magazines I found in the abandoned shack I can’t say whether or not we are quite so cruel today why do you ask oh I see that’s a fair point and maybe
doubts. I have been enjoying
you’re right my catchphrase could use some polishing
forcing myself to write more than usual
but in some tree is the bird that will steal back my girl
though. And there is a part of me
as it tangles its talons in her dark hair and we all laugh over the situation like in a commercial
that wants to see it through
hawking a subscription to an ulcerative colitis treatment but that won’t keep us for long
to the end. And there’s also
so let’s pretend we’ve done all that and go on alone we’ve had quite enough of that thank you very much so let’s enjoy these pastries and take an experimental drive through the local green I’m sure it will do us some good to get out of the theoretical and have
that part of me that wants
the warm ground beneath us no that’s not an analogy for whatever you have in your back pocket though those pants leave little to what little imagination I have
to have already given up and moved
that’s not crowded with ghosts demons blimps goblins wraiths widgets rebates succubi incubi gorging chupacabras mini pastries vampire guarantees windy and crypto boys kappa trolls blind meddlers not to mention
on to other things. I mean,
undigested bits of last year’s and last decade’s forced and corporate-mandated merriments and yes though it sounds and is tiring typically there will be half a moment in which
I feel bad that I haven’t really touched
you can run out the door into your shiny metal cube and disappear
into the clouds as is the style these days which of course implies
the sonnets in a while and
but let’s pause there and instead try to look sweetly upon them
I haven’t looked at my haiku. But I suppose
I can tell you they cherish the feeling of an insect crawling through their hair not that that detail matters I just fell in love with their elaborate vocabulary for describing these hirsute hijinks so perhaps it’s better to
you have to what? I guess I
investigate first and take a furtive shower later as they say then we can finally return those socks that were supposed to cure our bunions no I didn’t have hopes as high as I had hoped
other animals 