Summer’s Tongue
Summer’s rapid tongue
bleeding the honeysuckle
mornings lost to storms
it’s not cheating if
it was still me writing them.
right? right? (please say yes)
found poem – based off email sent from Donald Trump’s organization 6/9/2024
i just stepped off stage after my
FIRST RALLY since my rigged conviction
and as you’re reading this message
DEMOCRATS are trembling
in fear, they thought I’d roll over & DIE
after they convicted me BUT
I WILL NEVER SURRENDER!
MAGA is on the march, and this very
moment is
our chance to BURY THEM
when we take back the white house,
i’ll be thinking of
PATRIOTS LIKE YOU
who stood with me at this very critical moment
DONATE CLICK NOW.
STAND WITH TRUMP DONATE
CLICK NOW DONATE CLICK. CLICK HERE. CLICK HERE
now i’m so desperate PLEASE,
PLEASE just donate GOD PLEASE
they’re going to win IF YOU DON’T DONATE PLEASE GOD PLEASE
BE A PATRIOT BE A GODDAM PATRIOT
In the fields and lanes I pass,
riding my motor bike I dash,
a full day of riding,
sounds so inviting.
so long as I dont end up on my ass.
Ripened black raspberries
Dark dots on green briars
All three kids are ready for a taste
The bowl empties quick
And there’s not doubt
Where they went
The baby, who’s two
Has purplish red stained hands
With the same colored splotches
All over her chubby cheeks
Her big smile even sweeter
Than the berries
sunsoaked amber scent
reminds me of childhood
playing til sundown
tomboy barefoot tree climber
skin stained red with Lahaina
Blessed are the dishes in the drying rack, for theirs
is the kingdom of calmness.
Blessed are those who mop, for they
shall be comforted by the scent of Pine-Sol.
Blessed are the meditators, for they shall
inherit the mirth.
Blessed are those who fold and
put away laundry, for they shall be
self-satisfied.
Blessed are the moisturizers, for they shall
receive moisture.
Blessed are the Lego makers, for they
shall see God.
Blessed are the movie rewatchers, for they
shall be called children of God.
Blessed are those who have gardened for the sake of gardening, for their kingdom is just outside. Blessed are you when friends play video games with you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely, on account of you beat their asses at Mario Kart. Rejoice, right now, cuz you deserve it. And this is as close to Heaven as anyone’s ever gonna get.
Susie came from an Ohio flea market
Her hair was mop-water yellow
Her eyes were huge and blue
She had freckles
And a soft, dirty body
I was drawn instantly to her demeanor and fell for her character
She knew my imaginary friend well
The Mothman
And we had tea parties of dollar store sets filled with
Mountain Dew
The smell of that set was “ick” over time and the ants rejoiced in our play
molars sore from
grinding through recurring
nightmares
about flesh
and skin,
salmon colored,
gummy,
spewing where it
should never go.
last time it was a trick,
concealed evil,
but tonight it was disease —
it is often times disease.
maybe there is a lesson i should be learning,
or someone i should be saving,
that would finally free me
from these dreams.
as i spit the blood
with the toothpaste,
i’m unsure how many more times
i can stomach to try,
unsure how much more enamel
can be worn away
before my flesh,
too,
becomes gummy,
exposed.
