Haiku – Greenlandia Snake Report
Fuck you Ford worker.Says Prez Appropriate.Orange Jesus bird.
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Fuck you Ford worker.Says Prez Appropriate.Orange Jesus bird.
12”x24” and 12”x24” In the style of Shakespeare’s Cymbeline funeral duet “Fear no more the heat o’ the sun”, etc. This is for a two-panel comparative work between an old … Continue reading “Funeral Song for a Dead Washing Machine” – mixed media on two canvases
A bully nationOn a brain vacation,AI bubbles rise
More people chose NO voteRather than choose either party.Apathy guides greed.
Bluelight scattered through the tips of snow-covered pine needles below, Reanimating the neural mists of the nine parts of the soul,like a silhouette of forlorn fent folder.Immobile on the horizon, … Continue reading Poem – “A ghost that appears to be scrolling on a ghost phone strolls through walls”
diamonds on my wristand Trump’s in the Epstein files,gladiola screech
So far from my hearth,the poems rattle c-cedars,Ghouls in stale promo.
Is for dance, and my heart say forget the tiger claw.So to the fangs of intelligentsia I give my donkey, thanks,but I already have ursine poprekash for dimple on my … Continue reading “Your Cheap Perfume, the Fugly Dance You for Me Do, Embraceú”, poem
Wear a yellow tie, kill college football and thePope, soothe tiger couch
Crash economy,Buy the dip, concentrate wealth,Ignore suffering.
I can fart? The soundstartled my auditoryencoders. No smell!
A conman named BlyAte three pigs entirely,Gave grandma’s keys toWolf in a muumuu. Wolf, Red, Goldie, alibi.