it's the city where i came of age
it's shitty now to turn the page
i just burned a lot of gas being
courteous to your speeding ass
stuntman, prankster, answer to
neighbor: i'm not drumming for
therapy-- it's entertainment. i've
got a wound farm in my privates.
by Hoolie
Monday, December 18, 2017
Sunday, December 17, 2017
desmadrona
oh my god I
haven't been breathing I'd
like to blow my breath in
and out
does self-sacrifice make
me pagan, or a mission
why
in this last
quadrant before I die,
what?
I want, and I still
want, and not for
nothing
Ilyn
"By Shab's heaving belly."
haven't been breathing I'd
like to blow my breath in
and out
does self-sacrifice make
me pagan, or a mission
why
in this last
quadrant before I die,
what?
I want, and I still
want, and not for
nothing
Ilyn
"By Shab's heaving belly."
Monday, December 11, 2017
Shrinking of society
You and all this will be a
waste of all five bedrooms
the dog fence, only for you
to watch and wait for vines
more likely light content-
ment creeps back, deepened
as for me elderly canine
duty instead of last-chance
graduate school, or hiking
in the Pyrenees, gratefully
by Jan
"Remember you get the house, Jan."
Labels:
filterofloathing,
Jan
Saturday, December 9, 2017
Acceptable level of heartbreak
If you want to be around and clean
up my mess I will make and make
make messes
If you go i'm crying in my stomach
and I throw up anything I encounter
is puke
I can't even look at who you will be
without my strengths and cancella-
tions.
by Donna
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Bucket Wig
ringlets, but swept up from the back
and brushed impossibly forward
then wrapped at the end like Kon-
Tiki, and the tendrils, lolling dots
of colored glass as from a horn.
and brushed impossibly forward
then wrapped at the end like Kon-
Tiki, and the tendrils, lolling dots
of colored glass as from a horn.
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