So I liked the flavor
of just now
It could be the usual
seasonings
<imagine digression
evoking flavorful
yet edgy "spices"
in your versatile pants>
now i don't like
just now
how did that happen

I want to have a forest
its breath laden
its tongue brambled
and pathed I'll walk
some hearted river
crooked swallow flying
and of time ranging
hills so quiet
small meadows, purple
wild flowers, squirrels
its light; watery webs
and splashes
on surprised leaves
warming still

I deleted these great lines
they were the best ever
you would have agreed

Dude, I'm propaganda
my mother made me up
and I made this up

first, I made you up
that was the easy part
searching reader

and now you think
might even insist
you actually exist

independent of
the verse
mutually serial

abnegation smashup
abort move on
this isn't on

I spent the day
in the forest
looking for
mushrooms
that aren't
mushrooms
but will be
if i harvest
and use dark
to nurture
in a curve
of nestle

This note sounds different
that the day plays against the night
its last thin shafts of blinding might
releasing yellow and mauve
slakes the house's white door bright
and i can no longer open my eyes
hearing this sound of so much exhaling
at darkness' returning cool thick cloak

I keep talkin' out my ***
'bout stuff I don' unnerstan'
'cause I want you to think
I'm cool and lean toward me
smiling something I imagine
all the time and even type
on pretend paper with
pretend margins and a button
performing magic whisking
unthinkably to you

This smooth blend
of anxiety, discomfort
and generalized fear
eases my Sunday dark

And mythical monsters
come the very next day
early, desiring a good selection
of my tenderer parts

against the onslaught
I wield would be art
with wannabe heart
for imaginary tarts