13igBird

There is a place. There, is also a place. A place, is over there, which is a also a place. Over there. Not here, get away! Go away, shut up. Close zip and lock it Up up up so you can't argue! Far away and silent, is a place I dislike. Hard to get away from, it's almost a job in itself, and within itself I find myself occupied, preemptively, with my in-shambles self-image, preoccupied by reconstructing a crumbling mess of myself I wouldn't like us to see. Let us ignore that part, the us part, for that implies multiplicity but there's us in my head, we are both us and I am still me but me still you and me no caveman. Is it a diso

This is a poem. Yes, I write poems. No, I'm not gay. Admiration for and the use of creative or emotional writing in the form of Poetry is totally unrelated whatsoever to someones admiration and joy in the act of male on male butt-sex. Unless the poem is about anal. But (no pun intended) hey, who are you going to fool at that point anyhow? Never mind, it's a pet peeve. That Judgement. I think I mostly get it from my friends, so I call them. Common place associates is a better term, so thus shall I "term"-inate them (but not in the way of the termination of our relation). Well, at any rate, these folk, So closed-minded in their appre

Thought to lead, pencil to paper, straight from the h e  a   d    .     .      . Lemon sweet or Candy sour, time for an oxymoron power hour. Alliterating accountant-alligators allegorically categorically cauterizing copy-pasted winding wounds and spinning symbolic plate yarns. Tall tales of poor morals and more poor pedestrians than/,then they'd like you to Believe, please. In leg pulls and chain yanks, innuendos far and wide (both hard and long) like vocalizing a verbal vernacular of the above said attributes to "fit in", as it were where one wishes one could go. Cyanide and Valium, different pills for different people taking