due to adult content
former teen delves wantonly
into childish basers
their gazes locked at the ravioli station.
he wondered what her taupe pantsuit would look like
crumpled down there in his root cellar
doused in Powerade.
salaciously w/o an easement,
deadly nose ring kinged
a literal type asshole. it's The Lack,
like full pallets on the back of my neck.
in the half-light
what a sight
i'm the poltergeist.
in harness furthermore,
every peek worn.
a profusely relaxful stroblit icicle
but age dims the stim digit-tips.
still, abides balmly within she,
alike with alike bivouac'd...
oops there goes my shirt
up over my head, OH MY.
early bright at first blush
exudiced plunk'd atop the terrace:
a creedo-entombed-jewelcase deluges,
wreck-wrapping a blistering Americano,
undefiling the t-zone.
the edicts now mystiqued,
dimly uttered from the nosebleeds "jump in the line"
ok i believe you...
Cam'ron pulls up in the Pepsi blue Lambo.
bitch you broke as a fetus.
i smell money underwater.
none of ur beeswax feed us
druggish and thuggish,
me and The Father.
scans the courtyard,
spanning 2 adirondacks
beetroot calzone persperates onto a louse,
a noble expiry.
the sameness of that
bushed leather hammock,
the scrubbing bubbles
or enduring bonds.
properly come zoomies cum zooming into the discord,
the stone-age sweeping epic mesh we mirror,
and we’ve won cuz we’re one.
loss the light and the light review.
what went i feigning GRIEF whatfor?
burnt and smothered left,
although beaming yet.
nothing's fine i'm torn,
never to rise above my station,
the snitch heritage.
none harm reduction paradigm.
illusion of explanatory depth.
don't you even condescend to my bath water.
all of you mere hurdles.
i blast to the next rash.
BigBrother's watching you bored out of his mind,
you extra everything absent medium human.
succeeding the epiphanic forgetting,
i palm The Lack unto thee.
i knock it off i empty i tribe
i keep it on i whisper i ego