I exchanged pleasentries with a butcher blade
it made extra lines on my hands with its narrow shade
I wrapped my shirt in seaweed
and said I couldnt swalllow
You left me in a yesterdaze
on the crewcut carpet inthe sushi place
when you come back ill still be here
picking from my teeth the tomor-roe
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ReplyDeleteRaggity-Ann; a dead pan.
Made me into a woman.
Who were you? A sailor? A turtle hero?
I'm extending this welcome to be what you will be,
Not what you pre-meditated at age 3
A day in a life of a brain, with your own brain
One screw holding in place an entire train,
Moisture in a cloud soon to be rain.
Whose who in a giant world made for two?
Why is it so hard to be all-one (alone)?
Even shoes come as two, underwear is always more than two, feet and eyes are pairs of two and everything divides by two
But maybe one; like a tongue (it's singled out)
but symmetry could make it two.
SOOOOOOOO
ReplyDeleteexclaim! exclaim!
Talent came
from a trimmed-bang MANE!
Brunette duvet, for a blue veined
Brainnnnnnnnnn
My head is in a yesterhaze, my eyes are in a yestergaze. I'm stuck in a yestermaze.
ReplyDeleteToday begins a yestercraze!