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  Feb 2016 Keneth Valenzuela
Bo Burnham
I almost forgot about you today. A sizable
spill of coffee shot me to my feet, holding
up my mocha-soaked notebook like an
unclaimed child. A dozen eyes found
me at once---a security measure meant
to bring shame to a klutz breaking his
social contract. Attention for **** living.
When the pain receded I stood in place
and imagined you brushing your teeth.
  Feb 2016 Keneth Valenzuela
Bo Burnham
Why do poets always talk about the ocean's waves,
about their single file march to shore,
and yet never talk about my grandmother's farts,
which arrive in time, one after the other, with equal
     regularity?

Are these poets too holy to comment on anything
less than nature's flashiest gestures?
Are we going to spend another millenia searching
for meaning in sunsets and waterfalls?

Or will we finally turn our ear to Grammy's ****
and away from all that pretty stuff,
and hear that foul, muted trumpet sing,
marking the end of an era?
Your so beautiful
I know this
but to me
your beauty is a distraction
so an idea I propose
I shall see your beauty
unimpressed
see you as just another person
no more mental turmoils
now I see all beauty as idiotic distractions
your perfection has deluded my mind
all is now black and white
as is your now lost beauty
mmmm idk, need to study more poems
  Jan 2016 Keneth Valenzuela
Bo Burnham
You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
And I know that.

But I can't rediscover it every ******* day.
I can't return to that epiphany
every time my alarm clock goes off.
It's unnatural.

But what I can do, and do quite naturally,
is become jaded and unimpressed by it.
I can see your beauty as normal,
as one of my life's many constants.

I can climb atop its shoulders and travel about,
rolling my eyes at sunsets and rainbows,
dismissing all the beauty of the world as
less than average.

And I complain to you about it.
And you can deduce your beauty from that.
I see her all day and her glorious..
Perfection
I wish to speak to her and love her..
Perfection
I wish to give her my..
*******
funny poem, not all my poetry is like this lol

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