April 10, 2016

splitting views at the drive in movie theater with real buttered popped corn.........................................................................................................................................#NaPoWriMo2016



blame no one and burn the evidence 
on the way out the door 
root cellar more fuck 
less pretenses served sustainable 
glandular organ-eye-sate-tie-on oceans...

impulse-rs/rn practition-ers find-ers 
wary-ists wound winding curd circuses 
and hospital front lines to i-cue adept adaptive views 
dictation is being on point in a fatal swallowed by questioning...

legends are passed down 
generation to generation
 neon sign by circle wood embroidery poems...

avoiding contact with flushing agents first 
impulsed weed hoe-d, who the fuck are we 
seed driving armies humans arms legs  
teeming with anyway(s) 
chemical cabal 
pheromones 
epiphanies 
and luck are
alliances that hunt 
the genomes, gnomes 
and red mushrooms 
with white dots 
like built-ins inside  
limestone caves 
when storing loot 
we use weather 
to record mood 
noun and perspective...

I'm that mixed smell artist 
that middle aged man 
who is dragging his fantasy 
around in temporary plumes 
the one you just passed 
in the checkout line...

and yes, I noticed 
you were trying 
not to notice me 
and while so, poem 
slow check-ed you out 
your ass, coloring  
my verbs 
a-position-ing 
the possible(s)...

EJR ©

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