"megazord" poems
Teetering on something significant,
but the words haven't been molded;
just some idea that was formed
in the attic of an old comic book store
when I was inspired by the artwork
of that Liefeld guy who inks dysmorphia.
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The definition of ******* seems to be something
that fits like a drunken tattoo in a hard to see area.
You need a couple mirrors, your arms start to ache
and you never really do get a good look at it.
Now you have to explain to casual intimate partners
that you think it's the first Megazord, not a little devil.
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I recently did a math problem that took up an entire page;
it was my first time doing something like that.
The pacing of math classes gives me an anxiety like I can't believe.
The word prerequisite give me an anxiety like I can't believe.
Sweaty, cold, fetal, this can't really be a normal reaction, right?
I think Montessori might have messed with my wiring.
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I can hear my mom shuffling about on her walker.
I think she must be feeding a cat, or cleaning up puke;
the spectrum of caring.
Holly is in heat and howling.
I can't find my Proventil, it tastes so much better than the other brands.
I think I might just have some fruity pebbles.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
I had the flu
When I was eight
Twenty seven
Blankets on top
Couldn't stop
My shivering
At five o'clock
In the eaveing
I got a hand
free from the pile
And saw the inch
Between the tips
Of my fingers
In every vein
was the same inch
Lump in my throat
One inch in size
Sinuses too
Everything = One
Then it would change
Fingers double apart
Throat double filled
Everything = Two
Then
Tilting my head
Twenty Seven
Degrees eastward
Focusing out
Bedroom window
A megazord
In my backyard
In every vein
My sinuses
And down my throat
I had the flu
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 7:44 PM UTC
My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.
My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.
Been stressed
Ocean blue
like windex.
This is how I
express
the **** that I
can’t confess.
The **** that
make me undress
from outer form.
One man megazord
but these ******
can not see me
like I’m underground
like dinosaurs.
I fight a war
that’s mental
with bare fist
and clinched dentals.
This **** is detrimental
and my hearts become resentful
it’s so hard for me
to leave my residential.
On a instrumental
I release
and then I assemble.
The type of ****
that make yo
dome piece tremble.
So **** you
yo *****
and the horse
that rode here on.
Oh.
Or should I say whip?
since we livin in new days.
We all know that
we all new slaves.
We see the blood
on the leaves.
The flies laying
on a baby’s cheek.
The cries from a mother
in a streets
when she weep.
Honestly
I’ve gotten so high
I’m desensitized to pain.
Don’t call me by
government name
because
My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.
My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC