polar lovers plow
forward like paired mules a fine
labor but fruitless
she's been trying to lead a tree to water oblivious to the profusion below.
there's a cancer by the service table splicing telomeres to magnify the rate of your succumbing.
not sleeping again thanks abilify for down-regulating my metabolism as well i wonder if women could smell it if wrestlers dull their edge in exchange for a few breaths of glory though attraction to exertion often renders such obstacles ineffectual streamers to prance through bruises one's trophies for playing chase emaciation and proudly saddling a homo-curious reputation
i most adore the pale moon that hangs below the windowsill as you commune with owls
i got a lotta pollen babe
you'd better beware
yeah i got a lotta pollen so
ladies beware
the whistlin of the west wind
if you ain't got the mind to bear
so i live in the proverbial parents' basement (an upgrade from the literal at least) & remain unemployed but i've got a heart sling 'n soar come down like sun showers skip over sour stones that cling to soles crowned with a ring of hours prone to echoing gospel's bones ringing in marrow nine hundred teeth crave spare four for the barrow a century of sorrow re-entry devours like a phage in the narrows a pathogen's furrow relents i divide and infect with a gleam of innocuous seeming intoxicants breeding spherical dreams the peal of receding fear as it streams between lobes we don't need in a place like this
scale says i weigh one-hundred and forty-five pounds. as a slight person, i am amazed. as a vain one, horrified--a twenty-five percent increase in body weight is…significant. more twitching & less beer, maybe.
oh hey so my dad and i broke into an airport just outside washington d.c. because we hadn't anticipated their having locked all the doors although it was five a.m. and a fairly small field it's just the wrath of mother is greater than our concern for signs that read attention federally regulated blah blah blah it's usually not too difficult getting through non-dead-bolted doors we had several hotel room keys to wedge in there but i've never had to get over a fence with razor wire before and let me tell you it is nerve-wracking i mean i may be flippant when it comes to future progeny but i was very seriously concerned and luckily nimble for it rather than paralyzed to be fair i was aided by a randomly placed metal box on the far side of the fence (thank you) made it out with only a slight tear at the seat of my pants and a nervous laugh as the door initially stuck from the 'surely-it-opens-from-that-side' side because getting over the other way meant a leap and rare prayer as my 6'1" fifty-five year old two-hundred-some pound partner-in-crime lacks a certain grace required to clear sharp obstacles the rally to restore sanity and/or fear was excellent though we were very near the back not having expected such a strong showing the metro was beleaguered by lib-rels and pinkos and queers and most frustratingly people who had no fucking clue how to navigate mass transit terminals felt kinda bad for people who showed up to the mall hoping to visit some of the museums 'n being instead mauled by a wall of reasonableness and/or insanity (mostly insanity from their perspective, i imagine) i asked a man dressed as skeletor wielding a he-man-cum-hitler sign if he'd make out with a terrifying pot-bellied spandex-wearing clown, for fear, skeletor laughed quietly and walked out of my life forever, i'll never be the same.
the ned.
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