Poems

[On your marks], get set, go. It seems that perhaps [We are being experiencing becoming itself]. Oops, that's the deep end. ๐Ÿคฟ

Beware, I am an [unlicensed poet]. What you are about to encounter will question the integrity of your bowels for you.

Perhaps you will enjoy this [Untitled piece] of drooly drivel.

[I woke up today hoping] I could one day write a decent poem. Until that day, until [coyotes run these streets], we'll just [Let the wave crash over us ๐ŸŒŠ].

Total shit like [Eclipsing Binaries]. I mean, what!? There's one called [Wolftree Wagon] that I almost surely didn't write. More recently I've been [Homeless and Less].

And in case you didn't hear [Ding Dong the Dream is Dead]. Okay that one is quite a delight, but c'mon did I have to bring up vaccines? Mask on, fuck it, mask offโ€ฆ

We gourmands of the heart and the nooks tend to take the [Shortest Path] between [I like yr nope] and [F it].

There are pieces that no one would dare to read twice like [Uglily Ramscuttle] and hundreds more like it, literally hundreds, as charming as [Organ Eyes].