breakbeat era, tonight!
report, later!
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Friday:
Iemon rods
and ice cubes
lick my fingers
and watch me run
all down
always up
throw down a lick
and here I come
drizzle and shine
thick with thin
melancholy carnival
time out of mind.
radical radishes are penetrating my pores.
I’m not sure what to do. Or if I should even try.
The vegetables I used to find delicious are now figments of an imagination I haven’t seen for months now. Will this end?
Will the fruits of my labor spring from the ground at the end of the harvest and carry me through until the cycle revolves again?
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Wednesday:
I’m swatting at flies.
There’s something confident in that task. It’s a war I know I can win. With enough time. And the fly will die on its own in a few days even if I don’t.
Does that make you grin?
pool cue
in my eye
such a fun game
I wanna try!
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Tuesday:
Asterisk
exclamation
hash
backtick
bang
bong
banjo
heart
eager mind
mental melody
Pork
and beans
Fat
and lard
Wrong
and right
It’s all the same.
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Monday:
Pinwheel
spinning
slow sometimes
fast, too
shining
silver sometimes
colors, too
happy
me sometimes
you, too?
Rabbits go hop hop hoppitty.
And I care.
Birds go tweet tweet twippity.
And I care.
Friends go giggle giggle gaffaffity.
And I care.
And that’s what makes me happy.
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Thursday:
Poke your finger in my eye, and then roll it around until I start to giggle… and then stick another finger in my nose… and push it up and up until you can feel the squish squish squash of my brain.
And then take out the first finger, quite foribly, so as to remove my eye, and then wiggle around that second finger until my brain starts to seep out of my nose, and then make me open my mouth and suck my dripping brains down into my throat so I can choke on it.
will that make you happy?