"bluh" poems
You chomp through your Cheetos
and wipe the orange dust
on the white leather seat of
my sofa
Your laughter echoes down
the hall
the walls find it contagious
but my brain
my brain
my brain pulses with anger
exertion to the surface
of my skin
back and forth
back and forth
down the hall
I get the stain remover
and finally enter the family room
and you're not there
no one is
and neither is the stain
I remember I'm alone
wishing these things
a big
white
empty house
wishing to get angry
with meaningless
stains
and you're never there
where are you
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
I have fried chicken coming
and then these things
and then these things
say it with me
these things
hap
hap
n
reductionist has
too many letters
sublime has that
onerous bluh
i know you agree
disagreeable know
a catechism undone
and saints abandon
are won against nods
of I project knowing
sowing not ho-ing
syllables of see-me
give me a break
Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 11:10 PM UTC
I will I will.
keep talking over
and over
and over
and over.
Words, words
coming out of mouth.
Blah blah,
bleh
and
bluh.
Words, words, words.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC