What flowers the X-
ray.  yesterday tomorrows
today and.  And nope (meme)
yup.  Not!  Donald Biden eats
your Tesla has ****** simplex %
ye olde Generation Z
Hi!
i'll sneeze an Earthworm
up your short shirt s Leeve w
Hen you into the mantapede      
                                                 ­         
Go play kickball
          with a nuclear football—
⁵

        Where
          you
          are
     dreaming
          are
        ­  you
        There

Vote for Kam
          (however you
          say her name)
ala!  Unburdened by w

hat has bee
          n in terms o
          f regarding a
framework for

understan
          ding deadlines a
          round smell
that relate to

the great signific
          ants of th
          e importance of
the passage of time.

a plums is ripe
     on August august
(what greenest trees?)
                                           if one
which a organism
          that shalt isn't die:

yester Day's shape
     i do robust
(who tomorrow was?)
                                           if ten
how a organasm
          is thineself & thy;

My technoscribbles haven't all cachet;
A mother hen on Friday farts an egg.
Even a swill of parlance has a say
When maple roadmaps varicose a leg.
A skinnydipping nakedest remote
Viewer that loons a dreaming in a pond
Fractals a nascent green and gleimous note
Hanging athwart with someone's else's blonde.
Take heart.  The fish have lungs and breathe the air
Of a new day when everyfish can ***
With or without a whiff of underwear,
Though salty tears are sweetest under the sea.
Milfs are a pack of pickleballing hots
Playing to win a plate of tater tots.

for have you not known by now,
the person standing in front of you,
became a mad poet, with deranged
semantics and demented letters,
offered to convey a lover’s
delusional affections.

You’re a wolf -
A connotation.
You’re a breed
of imitation.

You’re a guise
among the sheep.
Snagging lambs
while they’re asleep.

Your smile sings
with consonance -
but your howls vibrate
with dissonance.

You’re a liar
with eyes of fire -
The termination
of my desire.

You sparked a change
in my perception.
You were the Alpha
of pure deception.

i can
conjurer up words
mix delicate
intricacies of verse
with poetic license
i might defecate
upon scripted genius
   of the past
a scourge
on the eloquence
   of perfected prose
a pariah
with semantics
that hang in the air
like a frequented noose
the rhetoric of
this rhetoric
both dumbfounds
   and delights
the agenda of the learned;
to supress
the syntax spat forth
the phlegm and catarrh
of a gut
of derivatives

i could compose
a verse
for young lovers
   to cherish
if i could
only stop
the rot;
genius
   nonsense
      or ignorance
i couldn't
tell you
which

Does anyone know the difference between feeling butterflies and feeling nervous?


Because they’re staring to feel like the same **** thing.

I think I’m in love with you.