, poem

10 months ago

poem

I fell into

        worn out shoes,

                A candy dish out of cigarette butts (they’re actually called that),

And fingerprints from your typewriter,

delicious faces you made into shapes of pancakes and

                                Songs

                   teeth evolve into candy!

Corn.

                                                Ode to the romantics! You taught me to look for my heart inside of the blazing.

                                                Sun.

Figurines:

Loyalty                                                                 morality!

                Religion.                   Organism occupies

                                                                                                                                Love of those others, others, me. My. Invisibility. Entrapment?

Krishna, you trip. Hard. You’re the dude..

                                I found you in my coffee cup, directing traffic..

So this is where I sit.

                                Hardware glances,

Distinct memory.

                                                                                                                                My home, atop a pineapple tree.

Jesus.

                                The world, material, larietam (I’m a philosophy major, it’s latin!)

                                                    Life is a cruel playground for the intellectual.

Life

For the good.

                                                You and I, we’ll paper mache the toilet seat, and use it to talk about the future

My cookie predicted that you will soon ask me if everything will be alright.

a.k.a. you have now been incepted!!!

                Here is the introduction to my autobiography one day:
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