Oh hi, again

You may have received a follow from me on my new humor and musings and absurdism blog; poetry is kinda on the DL, because it helps me to focus cleaner. Does that make any sense? Anyway, I missed you guys. Come watch me act like a fool on the new blog, and I am catching up on all of your poems, feeling lucky to be exposed to such talented people.

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ingredients, invisible, predestination

a lost along the way
feather shawled in web
glistens on dangling moss
rings for ears of cypress
and we molasses, remember
our warm, curly embraces
and the bending spine
of our eyelashes
discretely
wicking
pollen
away

the way...
we kneeded
and folded
our eggs
unseen

we never said, so long
or waved good-bye, because
there were no arms to raise

so long
so long
every seed's
metamorphosis
is under way
long before
planted

and you'll never see me
not like this, again
but i shall search
for the discards
of this soon
past life

the drifting skins
of our unraveling
ill-timed pare
will sink
with a
worm
and be
re-born
as fruit
in Spring

and i promise
to softly regurgitate
our meat in-to nostalgia
nestled within some sad nest
and nurture our dreams dyslexic

and we will remember...every...thing

we will be in-love once again...as others




betwix

it's not you i miss
but the feeling i got

hello?
remember? Y2K? 
humans became extinct

i don't know why i'm bringing this up
it's pretty irrelevant at this juncture

no matter how high we climb
or vilify an experience
in time's de-lusion
nostalgia nabs
an-other
oasis

stop runnnnnning
leading, following
moving all-together
find your dol-drum

if only...
we could just...
go back, for one day
just to kiss those lips

i can't remember what
it tasted like

i wake up so thirsty
on some foam, sore
never thinking
irrational 
actually
Does

it doesn't.

been alive a 
very long bite
and before that
i was a car-hop 
hot dog, maybe

just the right amount of grease
and piggy guts, to make a human

.
the toxical womb
of some smoke-stack
born me, as exhaust
.

selfish in nauseation 
he bailed every "hey"
into a kid-napper's
creepy, white van

so, i was just like, dude?

every time he gets "sad" 
the phone drops dead
the cord slithers
towards wrists

whispering, 
hissss, hissss

wants to wrap-choke-cough

you can't bind a ghost, dear

and from blood to sea
fists unclench, comma
slip right in- i'm 
vulnerable again

tepid and clean

as long as i "hate" you, 
i know i can still feel 

the relief brings panic
and when i look down
the pills stare up
doe-eyed, sweet

the exorcism 
lasts a few
warm hours

it's called devil's night in detroit-
my house was egged the day i was born.