"jitt" poems
Sigma toilet you always hit
When you do that is lit
I love how I can call you my Jitt
I always count on you
You never quit
I love you Skibidi Jitt
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC
the cacophony of whispers speaks again ....giberish spouts from my bloated brain ....my head is .....
rotating.. tating around the room whispering at a decibalac boom . . . up is down and down. . . is no left turn... drumbeats skid off my dishpan brain... i see a mark.... liqour green.... an unholy stain.... parrot like my mother squawks.... that won't soak out ... you've ruined your best brain ...
my my mind is ... listing to the right....and feels.... decidedly.... strained like ....custard bumpy.. and lumpy...... the whispers....... screams chunk about... and i **** awake.....sweatslicked,
drymouthed....... and ......jit...jitt....jittery...jitter...
i sit a second ...and then reach for reality .....a toddler who's had a bad dream.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC