"phonk" poems
drank straight
god above
level heaven
contagion.
remember:
lazy approves
of room for error.
snoring counts
as blatantly losing.
blank stare
blank slate
upstairs neighbors
they were making
what could only be
violent love or
beautiful music.
either way
the whole blueprint was shaking,
the sound breaking
a vacant space.
& there was a cloud.
there was
always
a cloud.
sometimes he be spinnin
round & round & rounded
but he usually clucked out
fore ever touching ground.
uhh, shut his mouth.
not saying so long to luck
but the ***** wanted to run.
how he long to get loud
& lost in the crowd
of tired brown-
grays & blacks,
boring blues.
nature,
mother,
lackluster,
satan
kept a written record
of the whether's mood
& heavy surveillance of
his movements
as seen through
***** rear view mirrors.
she said
never better,
never clearer.
so, tomorrow
if we're still
our own & each other's
dearest,
we'll need to find the nearest payphone;
call all world leaders, demand appearance,
then apologize for all our static & interference.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
If you say you want to talk
I would tell you I love Skibidi Phonk
How can you not love the grippy talk
Or even the beloved Tuah Phonk
You could never understand that day
It's so amazing, I love Hawk Tuah Day
Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 12:11 AM UTC