"freeland" poems
Number of births places of birth.
Einstein's wife was half and half
negative path started Sibele's
muses end. Luxury to speak to
the people. Death is too much
confidence, I bow south of Jupiter,
and, behold, a bold towards
the opinion of the hairs beneath
her dress, the beauty of the longest
of the objects of the covenant of the
igbafọ, the eating; the eating of the
evils of ***** 'experience of this evil.
The two things the foolish world
talked about are insane, and Brian
Lamb dares you talk about the album,
and dreams of the world. Monitor
ọmọkunrinkunrinkunrinkunrin
ọmọkunrinkunrin, young Boyfriends'
boyfriends Soozy Free land on
a premium, Bobbed Strippers;
Synchronized Kids Each Sports Cicero,
Sand optional Bettie's Imọja sale,
Each laurel Park Parrot chili tonight
tonight tonight; track Riding tonight
wood wood wood wood wood
wood smoke on the matter's face |
to smoke Latin writings marked
with temple prostitutes magi
gardens IwọSayToo Magic Image,
Instead they are born. Einstein's wife
was half and half Wall started Sibele,
the high-end. luxury talk people.
Death is very much Bowsath
strongly to Jupiter I trust trusting
the end of curls of beauty thy power,
in the habit of as long as his lieutenant,
meeting in faith and also to enhance
the in which He suffered, and died,
a presentation of an evil use.
Two fool the world and through his
Brian Lamb, I believe that you talk
about the list, and among the Romans
of the world's secondary boy
of boyfriends of Soozy's sons' Free land
on a premium, Bobbed Strippers
Synchronized, Kids start each game
with a reading from Cicero, Sandy
Center woods Bettie's Imoji sales
of Parrot chili Tonight Tonight Tonight;
This way to the tree trees
trees trees trees in the mountains
From the country's language Temple
marked with the media ****** OSayToo
in the field of Magic
II.
For them.
Einstein's wife was half and half
Wall started Sibele's end. The word luxury,
death itself; English relief Bowsath
I have confidence in the most attractive
of the charms of an end to the locks
are reliable the power of her beauty,
was the state while fears of meeting
and I will show in the faith,
in which he suffered and died
supervision hurt. The two fools in the world,
and through him I believe that Brian Lamb
talks white and between Rome life.
The child monitor; the child of Soozy
Freeland on Game Bobbed Strippers Synchronized
The race between the kids and the reading of Cicero,
Hail! Hail! Imija sales company in Bettie's name;
This page in the night, Tonight,
This tree wood for the trees in the mountains
When already marked Magic is issued
to the space alaworẹ, OSayUToo!
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
I. '88 dakota
mondays still **** granted i don't get up at the crack of dawn no more but around noon i always feel the need to leave the rest of the day behind me and take the big red monster out and go to the beach and contemplate my life for hours, so i'll reach into my tattered 35 year old prada bag for a lanyard that says "nirvana" on it (like the band, not the stage of buddhism), but then i remember that gas guzzler and i got 337 miles between us, no more, no less.
II. whidbey
on wednesdays i feel like i've shifted into an alternate universe where there are things other than evergreen trees and dirt roads, where the view when i look out the window is an interstate and dagger-like icicles that are as tall as me. maybe it started when they took down the texaco star in freeland and maybe it started the day i left, but i'm not sure if i can remember what home feels like anymore.
III. you
i still miss you on thursdays, sometimes saturdays. i know, i thought i woulda found someone better by now too till i realized that i'd been giving myself false hope this entire time. no one will ever be you. no one's teeth will curve the same way. no one will ever love the home teams as much as you. no one will ever smile as hard when i give them my last kit-kat in a strip mall parking lot at sunset. they drink to dak prescott and spit wintergreen griz more than you ever did. i thought i would find someone better until i walked into the coldest part of heaven with some crinkled twenty dollar bills and a carharrt jacket.
-z. vega
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
Escaping into fantasy, her mind is
at ease there,
she can remove the blunt knife of
reality, that endlessly stabs
her right in the back
repeatedly, no success, replacing its
blunted edges for something
real and sharp
blood pours
the deeper the red, the faster her feet
take her to her dream land
wonderland
freeland
freedom lies, in the swampy
depths of her mermaid life
fiction and fantasy, blur with a
softly tinted reality, pour another
know each sip, takes the edges
fades them, and pushes her further
to a place where no one or thing
can touch or reach or hurt her
in this place, she knows only
each and every dream, the lover she
so craves, to be realised, unfazed
it is safer here, for it is all she could
literally,
dream for
and more.
© Sia Jane
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
Sorry about last week
That wasn't meant for you
Tar escapes from between my teeth and lands at unsuspecting feet
It's a slow drip, you understand?
That wasn't meant for you,
It just took so long to come out-
you happened to be there
Passing a car wreck on the turnpike-
You're the wreck and I am doubling the speed limit to his house
A note was sent:
"Wait on the corner of Sumac and Freeland."
I had hoped to be intercepted,
Perhaps my tar would drown the intended instead of the incidental-
But upon receiving my note,
He placed it in his shoebox labeled "demons from the past"
He was not there waiting for me,
And so the grandest "I love you" I could muster, has stained the wrong shoes
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC