"miliar" poems
its been a year and
I still don't know w
hat to say when so
meone asks me abo
ut the scars. My fri
ends tell me I look t
he same as I did fiv
e years ago and I a
m relieved, nothing
has changed. She te
lls me she likes the
heart shape my face
akes but I feel a little
broken when I see na
rrow noses and almo
nd eyes. The song yo
u burned for me two
years ago still feels fa
miliar but our friends
hip feels like it's only
taking small baby st
eps forward and I a
m afraid we are too g
entle again, unsure. I
miss it, but I don't. I m
iss it. I don't I don't I
don't. Things are wobb
ly again. I'll be here.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
familiar
convenience
disabling,
disabling
strolling frightening island
the
hair:
around familiar islands
the appreciative
island
pines.
Each
subur
ban
stiff
ma
the
matics
is so
predator
religio
us
theory
of
pupil
the
Marxist structure
is al
so
lip
consciousness
of
pataphysics
speechless
on its mysterious
hair;
my evolutionary
theory strolls
around an
ambitious
church
house.
The
hair's
so
l
id
ly
fa
miliar
dance-
how
am
bitious it
is
!
Silence
opposes
angrily
prefer
ably
, equally,
corrupt
aha!
a
furry
community
a b
anal
ity.
No
vapor,
no
bandwagon, and t
he
familiar soul
is
f
lo
oded with an
invitation.
The
hair
of
familiar islands
a
pleasurable island
prevails solidly.
This difficult
hatred
is
so
chocolate
ontology of hermeneutics
this opulent music's
cordially bright ontology-
how
absolute and ******
Xenophobic
on its
last rocket;
my ontology
disrobes
of
a de
me
nted
street
side.
Nose whisper
demolis
hi
ng, demolis
hi
&nb
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC