I got rave reviews for
cleaning under the couch.
Anderson Cooper texted, saying "keep in touch."
Well fuck all you guys.
From out my ass, brilliance,
a fine new poem
and so how about that? and you haven't even seen the best ones.
Listen, sweet Sappho of the pharmacy counter,
here I am, the mermaid--you've sat waiting for my call.
Put down those pills, but keep the glasses and white coat--
You can be my Blind Ghost of Future Love, as on the bed we fall.
In my yard, the trees sway
with birds who could talk but don't,
because if they did,
no one would ever leave them alone.
The sun comes up, doesn't it ever think of anything fresh?
And the sky, endlessly insistently blue.
Sappho honey, parlez black words that shine like ravens in the rain
and I'll kick out this beautiful shit for you,
beautiful, fantastic, fucking feathered perfection for you.
for grapedude's list thingggggg