"We'll see."
(Thirty-two team,
two kyoo-bee,
a full-starting
O-, and only
two-guys on D.)
Mixed-media,
played-with, in poetry.
War, on, inside-me.
Implying-unstable, infer-me,
infirm the insane,
afraid,
and a stain,
and-to-blame.
And,
for shame,
part of race, don't,
myself, run-in.
Tryna buy-my-lunch. (&)
Motherfucker's brought a gun-in.
Element'ry school, and all you wonder's where the fun's went. (&)
"Probably in another-empty-bag of
eaten-Funyuns." (&)
Probably, blue-blew fireworks, with fingers-off...
stumped-him. (&)
"Stomped'em."
Wonder, beauty, why you cryin'?
"Wonder,
if you'd drive?"
Bought-in, you did! To
all-I've-said, ugly and
alive-eyed.
"Wouldn't cough too much,
with tube-in!
You're mouth-dry."
Hampton-Beach-power-plant-hug,
July Five. CJD makes-me.
A bad brine, mine.
Another-youngest,
"Brother has died,
blind."
North Hampton,
on the way to
Hamherst-dam.
"Tryin'-man!
Love, the fam.
Will it be too late t'jam?
If I leave, you, now, from where I am?"
I leave now, from where I am. So,
[Leave now!
From: where I am!]
Leave now, "from where?"
(I'm already there.
Or did we come
the other way?)
"I'm getting there,
****
I.
Am.
Despite the **** blizzard.
Why am I afraid to say
"it?"
Like:
"it" isn't.
I'm a Wizard.
Are we set,
now?
On-a-plan?
I'm a lizard,
tail-dropped.
Basilisk-Kenevel,
walking water-cans.
Bet you coulda. Know I woulda.
Puddle-crossed,
"Bye," I ran.
Ogled-over noodles,
with the
"wrong-sauce-
Dan-Dan."
I'm always glad to read you.
Wrote to your-self, I am
THE man, I am
THAT guy! I'm not?
"You are."
Just-High.
I fry.
These-frilly vegetarian-victims.
I ripped flesh from bone, before my dogs,
had to sic 'em.
Oh--
if you don't like the channels you can clickclick-click 'em.
If I'm showing off my ***** "Better go-head."
Lick'em.
See? Hawk-my-cock, and
Stickemmmmmmmmmm.
Didn't happen to 'bic' him."
D'you know
how to pick 'em?
Cuz I take hit, like you
take-a-dick:
Ummmmmmmm
...
well.
And, I turn-it.
All-around.
And I make you
fuck-yourself.
Sucking-on my
"all-that,"
it comes, with.
Now, Fall! Back!
Cell-tough, in round-III, so
convert, or burn-winnin'. "Comfy-
When-sinnin'." In-system,
Preferably would, and should-be:
Bobs. Newhart and Lee and "the
Third. " "Cornball." Griffin.
Racist, your second-choice, whiffin'.
K-battin', ten,
outta-tin.
Hear it in the heat, soul-hissin',
lion-sun, bathing,
and she-glisten.
Cast me, to an
island away,
swears-by-we,
"Listen."
"More pills, son?"
Try'na name
your brand,
Of volley-balls.
Wilson,
Rus-sell
"I call them the
'defensive-stars,'"
And this-league: ***
*** Arr.
Ain't-no-side-
hus-tle.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
"We'll see."
(Thirty-two team,
two kyoo-bee,
a full-starting
O-, and only
two-guys on D.)
Mixed-media,
played-with, in poetry.
War, on, inside-me.
Implying-unstable, infer-me,
infirm the insane,
afraid,
and a stain,
and-to-blame.
And,
for shame,
part of race, don't,
myself, run-in.
Tryna buy-my-lunch. (&)
Motherfucker's brought a gun-in.
Element'ry school, and all you wonder's where the fun's went. (&)
"Probably in another-empty-bag of
eaten-Funyuns." (&)
Probably, blue-blew fireworks, with fingers-off...
stumped-him. (&)
"Stomped'em."
Wonder, beauty, why you cryin'?
"Wonder,
if you'd drive?"
Bought-in, you did! To
all-I've-said, ugly and
alive-eyed.
"Wouldn't cough too much,
with tube-in!
You're mouth-dry."
Hampton-Beach-power-plant-hug,
July Five. CJD makes-me.
A bad brine, mine.
Another-youngest,
"Brother has died,
blind."
North Hampton,
on the way to
Hamherst-dam.
"Tryin'-man!
Love, the fam.
Will it be too late t'jam?
If I leave, you, now, from where I am?"
I leave now, from where I am. So,
[Leave now!
From: where I am!]
Leave now, "from where?"
(I'm already there.
Or did we come
the other way?)
"I'm getting there,
****
I.
Am.
Despite the **** blizzard.
Why am I afraid to say
"it?"
Like:
"it" isn't.
I'm a Wizard.
Are we set,
now?
On-a-plan?
I'm a lizard,
tail-dropped.
Basilisk-Kenevel,
walking water-cans.
Bet you coulda. Know I woulda.
Puddle-crossed,
"Bye," I ran.
Ogled-over noodles,
with the
"wrong-sauce-
Dan-Dan."
I'm always glad to read you.
Wrote to your-self, I am
THE man, I am
THAT guy! I'm not?
"You are."
Just-High.
I fry.
These-frilly vegetarian-victims.
I ripped flesh from bone, before my dogs,
had to sic 'em.
Oh--
if you don't like the channels you can clickclick-click 'em.
If I'm showing off my ***** "Better go-head."
Lick'em.
See? Hawk-my-cock, and
Stickemmmmmmmmmm.
Didn't happen to 'bic' him."
D'you know
how to pick 'em?
Cuz I take hit, like you
take-a-dick:
Ummmmmmmm
...
well.
And, I turn-it.
All-around.
And I make you
fuck-yourself.
Sucking-on my
"all-that,"
it comes, with.
Now, Fall! Back!
Cell-tough, in round-III, so
convert, or burn-winnin'. "Comfy-
When-sinnin'." In-system,
Preferably would, and should-be:
Bobs. Newhart and Lee and "the
Third. " "Cornball." Griffin.
Racist, your second-choice, whiffin'.
K-battin', ten,
outta-tin.
Hear it in the heat, soul-hissin',
lion-sun, bathing,
and she-glisten.
Cast me, to an
island away,
swears-by-we,
"Listen."
"More pills, son?"
Try'na name
your brand,
Of volley-balls.
Wilson,
Rus-sell
"I call them the
'defensive-stars,'"
And this-league: ***
*** Arr.
Ain't-no-side-
hus-tle.
