the certainty of your goodness

sleeves

snotted down blanket

chewed up counselor

bringing, wringing, bwrought. potatoes and stuff for samosas. a time machine. yourself. September nouns transition-word-ing into February nouns. if you count the poem in these syllables, something will happen

pause

clench

Stole two organ donor eyes to organize my disses. Now there’s no insight in-sight, diss-organized, Mrs.

me and I miss

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got gamma?

whe e’s the  ? . What?

she’s unde  the back ti e

tie-what? …. ti-e e

What a e you saying? … TI-E

Tie he  with what? . TI-E

 

& on they kept d iving, all 3 of them chewing on the backs of cheap bic pens. Though unimpo tant it is wo th noting that on What a e you saying?, at that ve y moment, a bog da ked. When kaleidoscope all  oux bee jam eyes. Don’t fu  ow you  b ow ove  it

 

two deep breaths

followed by the first real d e e  p   b     r        e             a                     t                                  h

pulling onto two pant-legs like the opposites of ripcords that will flexion the parachute you folded yourself,

but maybe not skillfully,

mostly through             browser tabs.

here’s to the creepy guys who square their hips towards the middle of rooms and bark about how the best defense is a good offense, for all the wrong reasons what they’re saying is true, and here’s to the trivial sounds that i hear in my head that bark about                                                                   , for all the wrong reasons what they’re saying is extremely fucking wrong.

ahh cake-trim astro-turf

emptyyah band-aid box

sort of knowing

will only last about 250ms.

you say that a fancy science book told you that. but ever since these apes started getting their kicks off of a screen – worse, off of reading ambling lines of provocative prose – fakery is the norm. did you’re wait unplant it sell foo when Uri ptyore legsup?

 

by the way, none of this was meant to give the impression that your opponent would succeed. what I want you to do is throw the punch and go all out. this is what you’ve been coming to the Y and practicing in class for. remember the jab we talked about. i’ve got the bag – now think about his face – lose out body those deep breaths –

         jab

Poetry challenge from MM: Delilah

Hey there, Delilah
What’re you like, perfect kitty?
I’m 200 miles away
But, cat, in pictures you look pretty
Yes, you do
Someday I swear I will meet you
I swear, it’s true
Hey there, Delilah
Someday you’ll also meet my kittens
We’re right here if you get lonely
If Maddie needs a kitty-sitter
Close your eyes
We’re just a ways, a brief car ride
We’re by your side
Meow, it’s what you do to me
Meow, it’s what you do to me
Meow, it’s what you do to me
Meow, it’s what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there, Delilah
I know the squirrels are all outside
But just believe me, cat
Someday you’ll be free and run and glide
You’ll have it good
You’ll kill the rabbits in the woods
Like predators should
Hey there, Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Were original – well, uh oh, hey…
My words aren’t true
I plagiarized this song for you
I’m sorry dude
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me

Poetry challenge from KC: Toenails

Out of stubbornness she refuses to go buy her 400th set of nail clippers. It’ll turn up, it’ll turn up, but our toes, girl! I’ll find it, I’ll find it just go buy another nail clippers! fuck that. The time goes on until she’s

Sliced and diced

Sock-holes

Ankles

Toe-tips tilled by their own stumps

Her untrimmed keratin weeds grow past the branches of her feet and become rotten

Putrid blades

Perfect spatula for scraping fungi butter onto cheesy breadskin