While in a fit of cabin fever, where boredom becomes a playful plank to do front flips into water
Boredom, an omnipresent easy button, a surrender, go ahead, you are tired of feeling fit and timing ironic, prompting an acknowledgement is manipulative
Go ahead and choke on the chalky foggy chlorine chronic tonic. Jump. Go ahead and press away your luck
Unreal conspiracies detach and reatach around the pinched fingers for woven daily routine.
always coffee, but also no lights, no fire
How can one love it because it’s key is flat? It’s procrastinated? The walls are so white.
Boredom doing tricks with planks, underneath a sunny waterfall.
Jump, press.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC
angelic rain sniffles insane
dought, no more oof and stiff legs
ek, the moonography
hurdling in spires
ranging and roving
of course, but yes
franticlackld fruit fenzu or lor llifted,
lamenanyed, lettered
sweet, sweet nectar, pumbs, and grapes night
horses and trains
HRMMM ROOF
weep me weep me
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
rationed out the last of my cash
for cigarettes and ICE CREAM
fully aware that
sleeping more and more
as the daylights go on
the forces are so tempting
with the split ends in my own mind
wishing to have answers that
turn and ***** out truffles, binding
my own egotistical lot to a mirror that suffers phrases
the echoes and to do lists never made it
maybe if a pinkie was slipped inside it's eyelid
it would make sense to some disco jockey,
sit back and smoke a cigar at the end of quarantine
twenties slowly passing
time to understand that the days mostly pass the same
and sure, sure SURE that is okay
and healing as ice cream
If only I could play
in cigarette dish cans and flick wands
somewhere in this brain stew there may be a purpose to latch onto
but for now, the days are divided by cups of coffee
laying eggs in the bed and more on the kitchen table
hatching comedic comic strips that fall on dim laughter
A few frames a second
Chocolate chip cookies
search history
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC
launched upon a cloud request, yes; sure and assured
invested in the luxuryworth highway
as the cable tv is humming it's extremities
whichhavent's that dance for freedom
grabbing cloud,
idiot chance that revolts of unmistaken reverence
held at the polls for a nighttime of disco dance
just to find out the news at the local bar
interrupted and disinterested
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a painter holds his thumb up to the chin
beause dimples are so pretty
the lips say however they smile
and the smile lies, eyebrows lie
the lines are between untruth
as a polite girlfriend lies about intentions.
Ah she is frosty as mints,
tough as rubber, a bath
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
Sean Patrick Armstrong Mar 27
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Self banished down crusty cave
reaching for the undenyable
Bridged hoping as a wounded defender,
The left arm naked, convexd
while the right is sunken casually,
eventually, patiently falling apart
haven't the strength of mind to argue otherwise
the lighted buddhist mask reveals itself, solidarity, or double false
only mindful as a shipwrecked beach ***
a stick in the sand and thankful for fruit flies
perhaps the ultimate bite has been taken, and for the use of stapled source it rejuvinates gradually, crystal liquid, gumball machine
like its underbelly is welcome, alwalys flipping like a lightswitch for kicks
a hot *** of water
or flix in a camera
perminantly borded to the take-out reason quiz
or constantly switching between dinner, lunch, and breakfast
anyways, misunderstood
as a leafing nightstand bible
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
YeH it does
Did,
hit,
miss
couldv lovd u so much it made me sick
and that's a punk rocker's shoelace melody
for a mohawk or mullet
raised to the perfect level that is tanked
borrowed from so many jokes on cable
how could so many jokes seed a new adaptation
pinching the dirt to figure out who borrowed from what
an idea as a copywrite? it's filed under status M and P
the fruit flies busy with artifiial jelly, smacking their leather teeth
growing exponetially
the punk rock idiots are not idiots
the west end girls
save your quill, and a heartache and another silly beat
meme after meme after meme
the font has been specified, the origin, where did it begin?
but the two fingers will forever give in
to laminous, oh holy dreadful hell, it's under the crease of the carpet and refrigertor!
it's slammed in the fireplace
envalopes
_stairwells
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
Beer and wine
***** and ***
tequila round the bend
don't plan on hurting anyone
the streets looking for the boots, the feet
hey your face! angel of gothic trance of the evening, where you headed?
do a disco two way and then blow a kiss to the lamp post
thirsty as can be, a few twenties at the side
chewing cinnamon gum, wals-a-do a top the cobblestone end of march
seeded in ***** **** tight-witted noisy blasphemous youth
edited two times so professor lets a quick C, won't argue the bill
the congressman, green stamp
switch to the left, with a marker pen
tag the newstand, Who made who? check it,
chuck an empty bottle down the alleyway
ha-ha! OH alive is this mind! Lifted to the stars!
wrap arms around the holsterd moon, from huntington beach up to long beach, through downtown where the staring eyes meet the hemp
roam and reel and Holy! you have NECTAR!
beer and wine,
***** and ***
a drop of tequila
couldn't hurt anyone
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
bolted to an ambiguous young adult medicine complexion
siamese small in the morning, and quadruple sugar coated in the evening
the days leak from socked feet and puddles of drool
the evenings rumble a trip of electrocuted drowsy dread
New York was long ago now, Los Angeles is the bed
and this shiny prescription complexion will surely be the next rest
alarm the drooping trees
alarm the hum of cable tv
alarm the honking in the streets
alarm the errands incomplete
the two in the morning
and the five before sleep
this young adult medication complexion
only the evening rescues itself,
the mirror
the hand drum
frozen center
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC
man, I go into a studio
usb microphone, apple laptop, electric guitar, rhthm machine
charging cord and energy drink
fuss over the equipment, left in two arms
my room is room six today, boy, I have forever to sing
I sing alternative rock, rock songs, traditional songs
it feels very good, I even call my mother
what's you favorite song?
I wish I was billy joe, yeah because he plays so well
but I am a spearhead, I am a gypsy, I am nintendo
I am Nick caves' son
I am Bob Dylan's son
I am a crooner that writes the lyrics, I am a prince with the oozing blue ropes
I write a song, like this..
rotation and rhthym, call command
and let's float through the broadband.
wakened to harsh stereos,
gloating and gushing, the current still hits the silence long after the house songs have ended
this one will between your knuckles,
and sooth, you have an aching finger
now it is moosed with jello
have you found your raspberry center?
now JOLT
You are a dream
catcher
and be the scenic
oozing faster,
and olympic athletes
will note your
Center,
now where''s your head at? Salamander
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC
The honest heir of crush
I’m a field, feelings so bad left behind
The spark in an honesty giving circle, United by smiles and pre arranged circumstance, hard wood and lavender
Outdoor showers
Can you make this perfect coin fall into a basket of eggs, signaling a dance that sparks fantasy urban jumping
Older gentries smell the fresh cotton and almost remember, like a cartridge open their mtv sobbing hearts, orange soda, each other by example the current generation
Can you dance like this, nectar in your eyes? Yeah I can shake like that
There was no need for a whisper, only clinging bodies
Bouncing in a stronghold, it’s a beautiful day
And my heart knows trust
You know of acceptance? Maybe cold truce?
I do, too
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC