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drop

crop

chop

chip

chin

shin

spin

spun

spur

make

take

tare

tarp

carp

corp

 

 

Johnny Gluestick

wake up in the afternoon

life is full of promise.

start up the coffee maker 

sit down by my dreams.

paper 

pencil

tunes

Grab a cup of coffee

ran out of creamer.

drink it black.

Think about the days

when life was....

Johnny Gluestick

use a tissue

mustn't flick

Johnny Gluestick

use a tissue

mustn't pick

Johnny Gluestick

use a tissue

don't be sick

Johnny Gluestick

love of my life

you've slept in again

Now the days are long

the coffee less strong

The tunes seem sad

all my pencils are broken

paper torn

So I sit, drinking

thinking

about the days when life was.....

 

trees full of snot

groggy dreary

laid to rest

heaving coughing

poked like the rest

dazed dizzy

caring for not

running falling 

trees full of snot

upheaval

movement

from beneath

swallowed as a whole 

or in large chunks

 

the new 

begins here

I dunno know

Crispy tender leaves

raked upon the ground

shortly to be found 

in my salad

I dunno know.....

Groping in the bright day

eyes squinting

looking for the printing

inlaid in silver

I dunno know...

Red and blue, 

highlights of space

 Running the supersonic race

goober laced phlegm

I dunno know....

dsfijd dsidfid dfidi

dkdfj fsdfjdfkdf

dfddffds dff

sADBGGNDFD!

I dunno know...

noodles to needles

Noodles to Needles

I wake to the smell of noodles.

it is early afternoon.

skies are grey, 

rain stopped by for a visit, I didn't answer the door.

Stupid phone.

woke me from a dream. 

I was laying in a pool 

of green and blue paint.

the colors did not blend. 

Knitters were blasting thier tunes.

Golden oldies of the soul.

As one they spoke my name aloud.

Vomit chicken

Bone splintering from the concrete they were throwing at my feet.

Blue and green 

Arise and smell the day.

bruises in hidden spaces

hidden from the prying eyes.

woken to the smell of noodles

fell asleep with a needle in my arm. Needles to noodles and back again.

I push the nurses call button 

and ask for seconds.

Upon the night

Upon the night 

the sounds of terror

the squeak of small animals being snuffed out.

green, the color of blue seen 

through the veil.

Tricycles

3 wheeled transports of death

blades whirring

cards flicking round and round

screams

as blades of grass 

are devoured and cast aside.

skulls ride shotgun around the 

neck.

gravity

reversed

upon the night.

bling bike

Whoa! that's a lotta bling 

on a little pink bike.

Look at the tats

see the big round glasses.

Kid's got a honk horn ready to blow

crystal handlebars to steer her to and fro

Click click clack the spokes go round

diamond studded cards making their sound

bling to catch your eye

bling that says

you can look 

but if you try to touch 

I'll gut you

little pink bike

with one tiny wheel in the front

giant tire in the back

flag so tall

blinged out chain worn as a fashion warrior would

whoa that's a lotta bling on a little pink bike.