Being with you encapsulates that feeling
of trying to walk with pins and needles in your feet,
knowing that it's utterly preposterous to think
that you could fall,
but your legs stumbling aimlessly suggest otherwise.

you make my head feel full of air
like a hit from a nitrous balloon
like a snort of ******* in the afternoon
like champagne bubbles rushing up in ribbons from the bottom of the flute
yes
it is you i suit

I'm trying now

To think about,

The thing I just forgot.


Where did it go?

It was right here.

And now I am without.


It's hiding now.

From me, I guess.

It must have run away.


I wish it would stay

Here with me.

I didn't want to play.


Is that it, there?

Behind the couch?!

I wish it would stay put.


I quietly

Run up to it,

And touch it with my foot.


Oh, my God!

It isn't mine!

It angrily kicks back.


"What the F,

you doin' B?!"

It verbally attacks.


I cower now,

Behind the desk.

"Leave me be and go away!


I didn't mean

to startle you.

Where is my thought? Which way?"


Just then it reoccurs to me.

Oh, right.

That's what it was!


I think it now,

Inside my head.

"Man, that's a good buzz!"

Knock knock
Pretty face
Perfect body
******y brain
Unfriend
Block

I've been killing these verses for years
Better put my feet up, have a few beers
Better raise your glass, cheers
I've got a huge brain between my ears
The one that vanquished all of my fears
The one that seen me through all the tears
While I'm thankful for most of my peers
Others tried to stab me with words like spears
Thought they could control me like puppeteers
Just when they thought I would disappear
Laughter is all they could hear
That is when I would reappear
And be all like "I'm here"
And they'd be all like "Oh, Dear!"
And I'd be all like let's change gear
Tell me was that crystal clear?
Why does it feel like I'm in the Ionosphere
Well some of these peeps are quite the racketeer
Shame they'll never breathe freely in my atmosphere
gee ****, listen up kid
I think I just ruined it.

I dislike the comma
Whips words while walking

Placed between two words
Whips the former and warns latter to behave and keep space

The comma is a pain
I love it
When words walk without whips
And breathe Free

Proprioception
Is the perception
Of your hand when it is out of view.
My proprioception
Is tuned to perfection
And I hope that the same's true for you!

Although I can't see
My hand behind me
I can give all my fingers a wiggle;
It may not seem much
Very different to touch,
But with touch someone lets out a giggle!

Shall I leap
Or step back

Retain the blanket of security
Or explore the uncharted waters of uncertainty

Say what comes will come,
Or grasp the minimal control

Free fall?
Or use the stairs?

One is riskier,
The other is safer,


Obviously


Then, she says something to me
that makes me realize
my foolishness

We're in the age of computers and technology
If I'm facing a risky proposition,

Why not look it up?

There was a young girl from Peru
Who wanted to write a haiku
She wrote a limerick that sounded quite slick
her failure became quite the coup!