"tiddlywink" poems
You won't ever say an apology,
for I believe you are just too cocky.
You walk as if you have class
and you act as if you are made of teargas.
Why do you do what you do
when you know I have high virtue.
I wanna scream and tell you all that I think
that you always make me **** with your zelda and link.
That you have indescribable foot stink,
and is horrible at tiddlywink.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
howling agitation
~~~
*But this old man's tiddlywink, land-locked words,
blunted instruments,
needy for release & salvation,
neither silvered or exacting,
stain a dulled, tarnished brass spittoon,
'cept for the brunt'd bunting of lines
across his roughened terrain'd face,
a black and a white
Degas pen and ink etched illustration
of howling agitation.*^
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC