"bushless" poems
This was the year we
All got our Lost Boys names.
(No, not the vampires...we're Lost.
On Neverland.
In Neverland?)
Pillows McGee first, I think.
"That's mine--you can stick it wherever."
"Awww...I want a Happy Trail."
Or maybe it was
Lucky.
For he truly was a lucky sonofabitch that night.
"It's nice when a guy gives your ****** back when he's done."
What's the most important ingredient to a friendship, Lucky? "Another person."
True dat, Lucky. True dat.
* all nod *
Smokestacked! She smokes! And she's stacked!
Inspirational. Charming.
"I'm always on a quest for a ******
VERY ADAMANT: "I don't like **** Snakes are okay!"
Forking Ariel
had quite a bit to drink. She wanted to know why she wasn't a lesbian.
She wanted to **** on the end...but none of us can remember the end of what, anymore.
We just wrote it down because it sounds filthy.
We like filth.
Forking Ariel lost her box at some point. Probably around the time
she told us
she doesn't **** the end and she doesn't just grab it.
...otter pops?
FLASHER!
"I'll get it with my teeth."
Yeah, you will.
Flasher gave the last Lost Boy their name:
"I'm gonna have to go for Bushless Red."
Lucky: "That sounds like a cigarette. There's nothing I like more between my lips than Bushless Red."
Bushless Red hasn't had a Happy Ending, apparently, but she likes her cigarette commercial. She's
Painful, Feminine, and Appetizing.
"I say we all do it on the bed, because--" ...giggles uncontrollably.
Dear Diary,
Today, I discovered that heaven is in Cillian Murphy's pants. Or Forking Ariel's.
Also, an important ingredient in a friendship is another person.
~Bushless Red.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
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please
bear with me through
these turns,
for I believe it gets
much better..
i need help.
..much better than this
winding Caltrop
Way
please help me mind
these twists
no..
"not the TWISTS!
the twists betwixt
the ends gone
listing on
a list of modes or
measures—
lest my brooding
BOOM.
So vast,
and so cosmic,
so chasmic..
circumstasmic?
Could any of this be
happening?
Happenstance?
Perhaps a
dance—
a DANCE!
of eloquence enlisting—
of parables b'twixting
between..
..or was it betwixt?
betwixt!
the twist is
a'mix the
boundaries amidst
the sounding
absentees amiss
and all their revelries
gone missing,
they're so lost
among this misting lee."
**i came upon this sanity.
alas!
this simple explanation,
what has brought me
to my knees
at last—**
for
this hope so fixed
to kiss me,
as would bangles
on the wrist be,
then went
"begging and
dredging and
picking and *******
through grand affair in
blissful beds
of rose and posey petals
pushing hedgerows!!
more and more
a bushless exposé
as days count down—
a maze a'drowned
in *thornful
sortie*!!
scornful,
hastily adorned and full of
fate-encrusted memories
of a trustless
misgiving.
My sin has shone its boldness
and has left me living cold.
**please, god,
don't let me
die this way!"
this heart,
o lord,
it yearns
away..**
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC