Haiku – WTH, Daila Lame-o?
Why’d you ask that kid to “suck [your] tongue”, are you gross, or passing a key? Probably will give me nightmares. Boundaries, ya orange knucklehead. Banner image from AI Image … Continue reading Haiku – WTH, Daila Lame-o?
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Orange sky
C04D21 Unaltered video, unedited footage, strange color to the sunset, unbelievably orange. This is a year old or so.
Bonapartes and a Twitty
Click this to skip to Kenny Beats in ATL for Boiler Room . Choose your adventure. I generated a couple of images from WordPress’s own natural language AI image generator. … Continue reading Bonapartes and a Twitty
You Were a Writer, Linda
Poem When you read the poem on NPR, I knew it was a poem from the very first line. Because I have heard this familiar cadence before, and it affects … Continue reading You Were a Writer, Linda
Spotty Banana Orbit Formula
I was not able to procure an unripened banana. All I found are marred with the process of bulk transport. Absolutely delicious. The flavor certainly could be useful in certain … Continue reading Spotty Banana Orbit Formula
Brownsville, PA Between Spring Rains
This town trapped me in 2012. I have been sending my drone up from my backyard to get a gander of the river from my hillside neighborhood. This town has … Continue reading Brownsville, PA Between Spring Rains
Beverages
Pepsi diet: Pepsi slice root, beer mountain, dew non batiste for meal, Ava to forgulaglisha, as is traditional with the people of my people of…my people.
Astrolabe
Sounds like things I’d do on a weekend in Myrtle Beach. Time is fleeting. It runs through the hands like oiled silt, like acetone in a shallow spoonful of silver … Continue reading Astrolabe
Ambient, Akira Rabelais
Recommend headphones, earphones https://akirarabelais.com/
The Gapes of Math
A poem interrupted by grumpy apparatchik Beanpole, sunshine, gimbals Shift some values, trembles the ground, Eyes in skies, eyes in fries, Isengard’s pals you assemble for your plans, quarterflash, you … Continue reading The Gapes of Math
Clockwork Butternut Squash – Tanka
Poem On my hotspot, aye, my phone ain’t even working, for six months, it seems, and these oranges show up, bland emojis missing out.
Fifty State Banana 