Short daddy-longlegs
          crawling up the empty wall,
     how's the wife and kids?

Mom says
I'm an inchworm,
but when I grow up
I'm gonna be a f
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Proⁿ°ᵘⁿcentipedestrian.

I AM SICK
OF LOSING POEMS
TO
502 BAD GATEWAY

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it is so hard to know what you want,
what you're trying to say.
you're like a little bug with wings
that won't quit bumping into my eyes
and buzzing in my ear.
but a cute bug
one that reminds me of the ocean and summer camp and being in love.
i would put you a a mason jar
with holes in the top,
so you can breathe. (duh)
and i would take you to my favorite fields
and alleys and stores.
show you all the things that make me happy
and try to make you happy too.

but i dont think
you would like being in a jar.
even one with holes in the top.

The love bug
is not kept in a jar
but left to roam from afar.
The love bug
must be set free
to see if it was meant to be.