ms hitt

ms hitt Apr 7

drag my feelings thru the garden
make it animal style, punk it
moo juice and hot top to fill me up
DELUXE! serve it with **** on a shingle
I'm nervous pudding, cat's eyes on me
rush it, put wheels on it, echo, echo

feel like Jaynes Mayfield, need a life preserver
and a cup of joe, let it swim on a raft
it's a wet mystery down there, i'm in the weeds
radio sandwiches and rabbit food, fill er' up
stress this stress that, echo, echo

i feel hungry

ms hitt Apr 7

ode to my pizza that went smish

my pizza, crust as crunchy as cornflakes
cheese chosen to be chewed
why did you have to leave me
why did you have to marry the floor
and leave me pizza-less?

my pizza, why have you left me pondering
puzzled by your fall from my plate
ungracefulling plopping down
did you choose to marry the floor
and leave me pizza-less?

the sight of your fall
singed into my eyeballs
the smick-smack and smish
you made when you kissed the floor
has left my heart pizza-less.

late april fools

ms hitt Apr 7

smish

a smish is the sound of
a smouldered and singed
sunflower when crushed.

a smish is the sound of
a smog of sadness and sorrow
sung.

a smish is the sound of
the slate of selfish thoughts
shattering.

a smish is the sound of
my heart breaking in two.

a smish is the sound of
my pizza falling on the floor
my pizza :(

ms hitt Mar 27

cookies

we baked a **** ton of cookies
half of them tasted like ****

**** tastes like...
well, sweaty socks

ms hitt Mar 26

ruler of everything

the clock-men pushed the clock-hand
heading the passage of time
the clock-men needed no time for rest
for they were
the rest.

if they were
to rest
the clock would stop ticking on and on
and time would come to a stop
and the clock-men would no longer be
the ruler of everything in the end

marvin's marvelous mechanical museum
was a pretty good album

ms hitt Mar 26

shortie

i'm tired of always
- looking up when I want to talk to you
- being made fun of when I walk onto the court
- chosen last for the football games
- having to reach for my books
- being pushed over
- being rejected
- being shortie
- being here
goodbye

ms hitt Mar 26

generic poem 5

i cry
i cried
im crying
im drowning in tears
im bogged down by my own emotions
im being buried by buckets and buckets of dread and regret and gasping for air