poaching or the voting season
The mortals are voting their way out of it & Atlas keeps holding the pebble, on a rocky…
Zeus is inebriating the Mary while her son is playing on the cross.
Hit the ballot with a pin: Yes, No - Maybe isn't
Poetry
347 works
End of…
If I were to come to the end of the world
Would you be there, waiting? Hungry? Unaware
That you are feeding your dying offspring with my tit
Unfriend
I just unfriended myself
To enchant my detractors
Jubilating at my clicked self loath
The Drowning
Hmm... I like your walk, I love watching it
The thickening’s on, the ticking is down
Tick-tack... tick is green; tick-tack... tack is brown
Metaphorless
I’d like to fuck mountains in the ass
Forcing their lava subside in the liver
Cirrhotic and moonshinless
of…
I wouldn't start the email with a barren dear or I hope this finds you well...
I want to be polite like a gentle summer rain after the drought
and lascivious like a baby born naturally, I want.
Jewel of Denial
The sun, he made a late appearance
Hungover, he rose up woozily
Beating, burning, itching bad
Unloved
What more is yet to lose, A broken soul cannot choose, dropped without much concern, A…
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