they call me the proton boy
because I like rotating quantum *****

The earnest mother carries her kid across the street.
She looks at me and she says, “Are you the sun in the morning that shines on the edge of the cliff that I sometimes want to jump off of?

Are you the dismal scholar who sips beer at the college bars? I’ll pretend to read a pretentious book with you.

We can be a double negative in the light of the afternoon. We can love each other until we cancel ourselves out.”

there is this chick across the street walking her lemur—
wow I wonder if the lemur likes to roleplay as a bird.
on the street, i am not alone—for i have my chicken McNuggets
and i can hear the translucent ocean through a floating **** cheek
have you ever seen a young fawn in a window?
Yeah, me neither. But i do like to eat wooden tables.
i want to blog about how the sky is filled with clouds
that look like the inside of a pillow.

so one time i was using my **** whacker
and suddenly, a brown gopher appeared
the gopher said that if everything is poetry,
then a panda **** is the best poem ever written

maybe the tree branches and the sky like to talk to each other
i wonder if they're into bird watching
but honestly, I would bird watch the hell out of the sky
and eat a ******* while doing it

I want to say hi to you
& show u my quarter collection
there is a tunnel and a dog barking
Sometimes the cleverest person is an idiot.

u look like david lynch
& i want to eat a turkey with you

maybe some birds have no friends,
while others just play baseball

trees remind me of myself
because i like to yell at the sky— aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

i have nothing against the sky,
i just want to love the pink under-sided clouds

and i want to eat a sidewalk with you
i want to sit on the sidewalk and remember the past

I was happy then.
i’m somewhat ok now

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and
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the moment,
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