DELUSIONAL LOVE POEM
If you care too much
for the fact you live
you are worthless as a poet.
Better a dandelion head.
DELUSIONAL LOVE POEM
The rabbit ears of indiscriminate fucking
are what heat a poor room.
All divine physics is a lie abed
the ho's watercress beds o'samich
men.
DELUSIONAL LOVE POEM
Can language happen?
Can language happen to you but not me?
Can language happen like a tree you are solvin'?
Can language twitterdum and tweedledee
like free pornography?
I sure hope so.
DELUSIONAL LOVE POEM
i am no longer in love
with the english language tradition of cooties
or the english language tradition
of The Stain.
i am no longer in love
with being longer in love.
i am a logger in love.
DELUSIONAL LOVE POEM
My argy-bargy hard-ons have a body count
said a littel bird arrivin
on the shores of Twitter Sea...
sanity is for sanitation workers.
not you and me.
DELUSIONAL LOVE POEMS
celebrate all your birthdays
and nightmares in eternity
the way you celebrated snowmen
when you went to bed
wen u wuz a wee childgram
and you mailed yourselfs
to oh anyone
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