Duck and cover
Oh shit, I think I’m getting what’s coming to me!
Will I take it in stroke? I mean stride?
or will I end up with cum on my face? I mean egg.
Mom was mean, dad was mean,
I am an odd duck and God Damn Delight.
I cook dinner and breakfast
and I consider opening the relationship
and I move into your apartment
and I take over your brain
and you want me out but it’s too late
I already changed your life.
I already made that bitch famous.
I already duct- taped the fat lady’s mouth.
I am oppressive and sinister
and Jewish on my dad’s side
and I’m kind of a cunt but I basically mean well
and you’re so obsessed with me I just came.
Oddly satisfying poem
Theres nothing at the other end of my night vision
But all of you looking so svelt on camera
You have pleather skin and an elastic heart
And latex on your jimmy john
You are close enough to sip on my funky breath like jungle juice
I had lovers who lived in malibu and wiped down le groceries with lysol
The grub made sleek with glass donut skin and clean girl aesthetic
Le me made so fat with food i break records
Stoner comedy poem
The wordle today was indica
The real sativa was the friends we made along the way
The word for hypocrisy was “glass house vibe”
I bring a certain glass house vibe to throwing stones
That the righteous don’t really appreciate
We all thought we invented the word for closeness
Potted plants are just as good as in the ground
A greenhouse is a garden on a pedestal
Which is a poor man’s forest
I invented the word and the forest went with it
I’m working on a pun about greenhouse gas
But crassness offends me so I can’t get specific
Remembering something wistful. Seed. Ground.
What was that wordle again — worm —
I meant word. Haha. So stoned.
She throwing my stone til I glass house
She glass on my house til I throw stones
Throwing on that stone that made glass house
Greenhouse gas, smoking gas in a glass house
Getting stoned in glass house… so stoned…