Monday, March 14, 2022

Free Dissociation

been two whole days since my winter funk
so I'm feelin extra queer and punk
grew my spine back it appears
blocked and dumped the vicious dear
damn right I went there, first time you bet
because I won't forgive pain I can't forget



red tail they perch alone and high
upon an exposed peak
watching everything below
keen-eyed with wicked beak
let's not dance with agony dear
not today, not in this light
it seems so silly, fear of the dark
only the meek come out at night



rills and creeks and babbling brooks
a range's tear ducts well up in springs
as snowmelt and with gravity
down the slope bringing poppling
rocks and twigs and leaves and things



as Humpty-Dumpty would play Profokiev
in serenading a wall
so this small man is ignored and
driven from civilized halls



ain't nothin wrong with a big ol plate
of your favorite stick-to-yer-ribs
sometimes a simplistic familiar plot
sets yer sails and trims yer jib
dialogue most unnatural might
bother yer regular sort
so hermits can write poetry
everybody's who bestseller lists are for



If that's not euphemistic
it would be kind to share a pic
for some us love a pie
whether rhubarb, apple, or black bear eye!



todos los que dicen ella es peligroso
ningunos mentirosos y tampoco idiotas
a de mi lengua y mente son ellos tampoco no locos
pero yo creo ella teine un corazon de banditas

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