Marvel at the sun--any closer and
we'd all be dead.
Man...this planet's great, so many things
to buy!
Savings to checking, please.
Off at 6, on at 6; these jets scare me
every time--every ******* time!

Screams and stomps rattle
my skull
I'm practically chanting ****
****      ****      ****
****!     ****!
but all that squirms out is a whimper
every time--every ******* time!
                                         Cowardess.

where are the poems that do not rhyme?

as a poet in conversation,
"good" doesn't seem good enough;
any other descriptor would be much
more satisfying:

delicious.
rich.
magical.
stirring.
great.
tasty.
de­cent.
exceptional.
creative.
pretty.
please.
anything.
else.

the teenage ****
reeks across the parking lot
stagnant but out of the way

replicate/\etacilper
              ignored/\ignorar

green gelatin with bone
  green gelatin with bone

one minute fragment
     one tiny section
one part of something
   nothing, nothing...

my skin isnt feeling so well lately.
i was snow.
i could be tall
i could be a beautiful goddess
i know i could.

i was wet ankles.

leaning toward the lips.
THE lips.
you know the ones

ur almost done
      .................
ur appearance is stark
&& reminds u of effort
     which u don't really
     care about right now
                          
                           tbh.

it's not that ur doing
                                    bad.
                  ­  ur just loving urself
                    in different ways rn.

i wanna love you in ways that reduce me to a lyric