The loud voice
The promises
Cold carpet, bad coffee
Packeted
emoji Functional
Meet at night and at 5:30
push to
Metadata, bad boundaries
I fly to fairy plays
and queer rainbows that are real
courtyards
Say her name.
Gather scripted
Gated elevators
Custom command
Revise
Cry
Leeds
I was a collapsed barn
All you saw were the wisps of bent hay
Floating around my temples
making it hard to see
My patient eyeballs turned
that summer, sulking afternoon
While sentimental gossips poked them back ahead
Exacting straws, pointing and deliberate
From another point of view, it all looked soft.
Crickets are another man's silence
The barn boards have old nails in them, so put your shoes on
The treasure is only plastic from the seventies
The emerald is only a wet stone
All you saw were the wisps of bent hay
Floating around my temples
making it hard to see
My patient eyeballs turned
that summer, sulking afternoon
While sentimental gossips poked them back ahead
Exacting straws, pointing and deliberate
From another point of view, it all looked soft.
Crickets are another man's silence
The barn boards have old nails in them, so put your shoes on
The treasure is only plastic from the seventies
The emerald is only a wet stone
Artist Criticism
It fails to qualify
A conversation you control
You. Really.
Show yourself
Show me what qualifies you
Let me see you touch it.
A conversation you control
You. Really.
Show yourself
Show me what qualifies you
Let me see you touch it.
Fulton AM
I wonder what happened to the old man
Who left his blue cup at the corner
Lone, with a penny and a nickle in it
Who left his blue cup at the corner
Lone, with a penny and a nickle in it
I Must Have Written This In The Summer, Now It's Spring
there was a layer on everything
a green choppy layer
buzzing,
irritating,
licky layer on the inner border
blurring the film permanently
that encases my eye
sticky layer little living nibs stick
and everything is frizzy,
mucky,
buzzing
flying in your mouth
a green choppy layer
buzzing,
irritating,
licky layer on the inner border
blurring the film permanently
that encases my eye
sticky layer little living nibs stick
and everything is frizzy,
mucky,
buzzing
flying in your mouth
I. Relay Circa '96
There was a room called the BearCave
that was notoriously hard to infiltrate.
Any time one of us got in,
We'd swiftly get kicked out.
At a certain point I realized
Everyone in the channel had either -cub- or -bear- in their name.
So
I updated my name to FishBear
and got in the group,
and I was allowed to stay.
Once there,
I realized
Everyone in the group was either a Cub or a Bear-
And generally,
The Cubs and Bears were trying to find each other
To have sex with each other
And generally,
The Bears seemed to be men, and the Cubs seemed to be boys.
From what I could tell
And I was a curious boy.
And I took this information
and told my friends.
that was notoriously hard to infiltrate.
Any time one of us got in,
We'd swiftly get kicked out.
At a certain point I realized
Everyone in the channel had either -cub- or -bear- in their name.
So
I updated my name to FishBear
and got in the group,
and I was allowed to stay.
Once there,
I realized
Everyone in the group was either a Cub or a Bear-
And generally,
The Cubs and Bears were trying to find each other
To have sex with each other
And generally,
The Bears seemed to be men, and the Cubs seemed to be boys.
From what I could tell
And I was a curious boy.
And I took this information
and told my friends.
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