Wake and squeal monster:
what a fine dream it was.
The cheque-in-the-mail’s so discreet
you junk ‘er. You cannot be sad.
Half our water is dry. More kids
love tanks than rhinoceros. You
cannot be sad. Be a lid.
Daydream receiving all that cash
the government gives to losers.
It is no secret I know magic. Forbidden words
from my mouth trigger anger. We only hurt
the ones we love because we have a buffer
of expendable experience points. Otherwise
may we at least agree, when we meet
we have never met before?
I want to slur somebody. Life has been
so easy so far. For me, it’d be like
being dropped in a hard level
with just the one life.
It’s a total mess of blind spots
and potentials. According to the Sun,
now’s the day. Would you describe
the driver, their sex, their age,
their race? Could you pick them out
from a line?
The italicized line is from Stuart Ross.
At the Clocktower Jenna Rose introduces me as he who writes about Mario & porn.
My wife’s character is suddenly bombarded. I go outside and smoke.
I pacify my son and nudge him to hug his bunny. Yes, I have made my son to love a thing.
First poem in Bywords
It’s ten words with the title. Thx.