crazy legs
keep your hands in the bush
in the bush
in the bush i died tonight
waiting for the whales to sing
inside my ears
via
earbuds.
and now you
are watching me
write poetry
on this side of the
page
waiting for me to return
to zero.
here i am... nugget.
golden fish stick ticket to paradise.
oh my god i think i love you,
please hold me
the way
mommy
would if
she still
existed.
it's been made aware to me
that i am unhinged by some of u here
even by the man himself Lord Blevin, i cannot confirm
if real poets
care about dill dough pickles
maybe sweet & sour
crazy legs-
the new thing, maybe not-
maybe the only thing
we really want
when drunk at 2 in the morning
is insane posse poetry.
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