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leaving montgomery park

we’re careening— well, that sounds dramatic. not careening— but sliding, holding you and myself in place— because my disposition leads (and has always led) to believing abandon reckless will kill if I let it as close as myself and yourself held only by bicycle rope or kayak rope or moving box rope side beside inside truckbed backseat forgone throats slicked with City of Roses forest gin and Artemis Moons I’m sober and you’re not I’m anxious and you’re not you’re carefree spit-balling about side parts and saying love and love as we pass long-haul truckers— eyesclosed Lyft drivers— that pinkie-promise coworker to fast friend elbow to elbow barefoot to clogs off in the cab shallow river dipping mask off cheek pinch I-tell-everyone-you’re-my-cousin kind of love that no mother could ever that no father could ever that kind of love that door we kicked down and threw into that mustard bonfire of before that old worthless hinge don’t work so won’t bother not ever not now not in this truckbed— I toss my thoughts to traffic fine me $900 for littering lock me up for language you say what a beautiful city my glasses are in my pocket those empty offices stacked apartments and windowbeam glitterblurs fall into the nightvoid I’ve seen beautiful and more unmatched in those words you weave so keep weaving them— I’ll be here listening long after we pull into the driveway. (& if u like it, I linked my poetry newsletter :)

@chickeninshoes

May 14, 2024

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sonnets

14 lines one topic abab cdcd efef gg iambic pentameter (./ ./ ./ ./ ./) — write even if its poo poo thats the point??? __ wrote this diddy abt being in bed all day (ed endings are pronounced (chang-ed)) — “Sickness” Suns rise lungs depress eyes spine lay downward  Shifts beneath cotton wool illusion of silk Such soft stills as the heart beats blood onward Sores spinal cord twists stretch crackle joint ilk Side turn legs cross eyes sore from prolonging  Silence as someone checks you’ve changed place  Slight defiance in latitude daylong Same ceiling above responses in haze Simple it feels to concave for hours Stretching not standing or shower taking Stench of clothes unchanged beneath cowers So avoid your duties sleep awaking See dreams gravity press patterns close eyes Sick day sweet laughter you lay on your lies

@himal

Jan 24, 2024

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not sure what this is saying and i wrote it

i toss and i turn with the pillow staying put, welcoming a new wave of anxiety with each movement 2:18 on the clock and the fan adds more momentum to my unattainable thoughts buried in the need to see, and learn the unknown yet, i lay on the surface as a parched rock in the middle of my favorite beach, reeking of the current simplicities of life though its surely a blessing in disguise which i might recall five years from now standing by, holding onto my innocence, waiting to believe in a miracle or see a comet pass by in the dark night sky

@macar0ni2

Mar 1, 2025

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explore the sewers

it’s honestly really nice like a spa. Im stinky so it feels nice to be ”clean”, tho tbh that’s just a social construct like im literally a piece of shit how am I supposed to be clean. i’m made of garbage.but whatever.

@poop

Jan 25, 2024