SLAM BASH SUCCOTASH
I’m leftover to you were left-under
[with a manatee in my pocket]
undercooked and thrown like thunder
behind the porch (you forgot to lockit)
can smell my ideas as they rot in the garbage
can wash them away with thoughts of heroes
ACHOO
(this is not the smell of courage!)
can write me off, im not what you’re used to/
distractions:
make a berry flavored grave I’ll marry?
to save the scary shaved canary!!@!!!!
woodchips on my face snugly ugly –
eclipse way out in space smugly ugly..
who were you to read my written????
how could you even like my writing!
my feet were floored my legs were bitten
painkillers,, i wasn’t really exciting.
shoved flu, shove flu
gloved shoe, glove shoe
love you, love you
slish slash back rash
clish clash don’t crash
race race allover the place
firm embrace.