the idea is small. make it be a poem.
send me your small poems. i'll publish them. email@example.com or post one yourself, in the comments.
forced freedomthe grindance
htc.. u so xi like the ok go drop. - tasha
by billy idol - sweet 16
i think the scientologists made me remove those two comments. there was thetan in my fingers.
left hand thumbnail inked blackindex & up yrs & ring inked w/ peace, pinky is an eyewatching
the sabal palm with a pharmacopia of almosts. i didn't want it but it seemsto mean a lot to you. magnetism and resonance in the gym cracked dawn. we had a seventh hole poolbreak planned but the ownerswere home and you couldn't slice the ball if you'd been in a deli. or dili or new delhi. there's ghosts of a pastyou'd rather be in hanging around. i's dotted,t's crossed & just in timefor jesus to mount his throne.
met at the tipof a fjordcalving to cleavagein cinnamon bars of heat.i miss your blueslike sky, a frozen reflectionin contrailscrisscrossed, plaided, plaitedbraids begging for pull so you pull, separate, fleetrashpo
the usness of the nothing ness
you're immortal. nothing you can do about it. bright flash. high wind strikes hard.
six word poemi'll never do that again, promise.
why do they callthemone nightstandswhen you spend them lyingdown?
the most insane of solids kinetically frozen liquid, glass lacks long-range crystalline order the most disordered types of solid known.
The words yieldtwo hands----thirty pink orchidsonly sleeveless shirtsone heart----sowing sufferingwill never reapacceptance----orange has a shelf lifethe tide is no ceiling fanand even now
moccachinoyou're just anothermother-fucking son of a bitchtrying to claim ownershiptrying to tell me what I should dothinkhow I should live my lifethinking I give a shitthinking your opinionmatters to anyonetake a look around buddyeveryone's just drinking their coffeesame as any other day - Rae Pater
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