Trophy of thrown feet

I give you my horse-
shoe and you
have that
word on
the horse's ass;
the word of chunks-

it blows,
doesn't
it
feign to die?

When the Snake
snaps your neck
you start writing
beautiful love poems.

THIS-

"THIS"-
could be re-arranged.

hey are you sleeping late?
finding yourself mummified
in helium detergent? it could be the ice cube I super-glued to the back of your throat sorry I cut my finger and haha super glued it to the ice cube before I shot you in the mouth with my ice cube rifle oh shit I'm all mixed up now whats going on with this blog entry??!!!

I'm pretty sure I shot you with the ice cube gun before I super-glued my pencil sharpener to your bedroom window so I could admire the fireflies dancing in my stereo! oh yeah yer damn RIGHT I"M CRAZY I WILL NOT HESITATE TO PICK A FLOWER FROM YOUR BEAUTIFUL FLOWER GARDEN!!!!!! DON"T FUCK WITH ME!!!!

a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.-
CLASSIC.

I got A-HOLE
opera of pb&j!

honey stuffs her bra and admires dinosaurs on the skating rink yeah we go ice ska-..........

.....skeleton hands skeleton hands
I've groped my fallopian spinning vulvasurf afterbirth.
it was chomping a geriatric mass of hairy orange chicken.

.please.
dannuts dance

Beautiful insanity

Total fucking confusion and madness! Just my type of poem!

Yesss!

I agree with NSF! You ARE ART!!! ARTTTTTT!

possessed by the spirit to share

Thanx Klon!

I agree with you!!! LOL SeriouslyI am very appreciative for taking the time to read my writing,thank you for the nice comment! Poetry should be unpredictable not stale and boring!

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