There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you
My daughter said the other day I’m glad my father ran away So we could find relationship Without my mother ruining it
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
Puppy gets pizza On his pretty plate Puppy gets pizza In his cutie face Puppy gets pizza
I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize
You showed me the switch And all that comes with it Karma’s a bitch
It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes
Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you
Shake your ass Make a pass And let’s get down to business I’ve never seen A better dream
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me
