Study
creation
Simplest, like figs\clay sculptures
Torn Tabasco sauce soothed stocking slip sticks
Like I dare you to catch my laughter
Make me hate this morning!!!!!!!!!
My pants are everlasting
They will never decay into a fire pit of
Honesty, my drawers breathe
Like pointless pages of a morose magazine\
So the subtle downward incline of life
Sips sauce in the slippery morning Tabasco.
Drawer creation laughs in decay
Honestly, what’s simple is breath.
The potatoes I drawn everywhere they
Above the ear below the ant, my recent
Works of art, and potato antonyms drawn from
My ears.
I is who who I is. Am are, an arm.
My arms. Your arms. She doesn’t have any
Speed to her speech, it makes her sound stupid
Without her words she’d fall into the slippery drawer downward.
The dares of the day stick laughter
To the breathless decay. On the pages of pointless tobacco
in a magazine.
Never make me dare you to work potatoes.
Honestly, like catching laughter
My figs are subtle arms in stockings,
Or recent, everlasting.
