Uncrustables Are The Best Sandwiches.

On the stoop scraped scoops
swooning scalpels shaved Steve.
Souring sea urchins salvaged an
agreeable claim.

Soiled Madrid sloped sowing
silly slaves as invalids in
the Everglades shining.

Sweeping succulent screws,
Sean saw stacks of socks
sleep till noon,
and it was not fun.

I had a bad day today.
And today was Easter.
It ended in a roller coaster
and I can't climb down.

I Am Writing To Someone... I Think...

In diameter of love,
there is not much of area to search
so we make the best of what we can
gather as long as all our vibes
are within a descriptive reach.
When a song dreams of
our longing...
it seems impossible to convey
a relay of substantial thoughts
onto you.
We are supposed to have
similar minds,
just where have they gone?

Magnolia Mania Medallions

Supple lathering of soap scented like raspberries
and lemongrass, the end of the night is near.

~concrete contempt countering crouches rifting raves revolting 
vibes vandalizing vines victory to vans tipping towers therefore 
trellis's tapeworm thought thousand times a day.

hard-nosed archeologists agreed haggard halves 

nearly nurtured almost anything here housed next nothing 

accumulating artifacts helping heaps new now.~

I WIll Eat CAKE

I baked a cake tonight
and it did not burn up in the oven.
The cake is chocolate
with chocolate frosting
because I need a major
chocolate fix.
Otherwise, I never bake
nor cook but waffles and pizza
and waffle pizzas.
So yay me.

Cum Grano Salis

Tripling the fantasies
for a better time
no one is the third wheel.

Its not an experience
the whole world can accept,
look into the music.

The support of the wind chimes,
a chimera on a breeze,
New Brunswick in the spring.

By no means of heavy travel
can love cross over very far
take my word before you speak.

The evening sets in
therefore we must sleep
the both hold me tightly.

The Small of Your Cheek (Emblazoned Abandonment Furniture Check Postponed of Inactivity Since the Second of March)

In the reciprocals of this evenings event,
the trash receptacles are dangling like testicles.
I tickle them, I make them blush,
and I bedazzle them with makeup.
Your forehead matches your foreskin.
What about the last evening of last year.
It went something like this.
You were strapped into a giant latex heel,
bleeding ribcage,
guttural language sparked imagination!
I was determined to have you pay.
Ignition is savory,
lemon drops to your open wounds.
You wish you could cry if you saw
what you looked like.

Get Serious

I think I should do some poetry contests and be like
whatever, I gave it a shot anyways.
Gotta get somewhere somehow.