“Sseugiemanynnufasi” I spout upon the witch’s den,
and she responds I can’t come in.
I answer you may sit and rot,
I seek to strive you seek to not.
“Tonotkeesuoyevirtsotkeesiniemoctnacisdnopserehsdnanedshctiwehtnoputuopsi” is a funny name, i guess.
“Sseugiemanynnufasi” I spout upon the witch’s den,
and she responds I can’t come in.
I answer you may sit and rot,
I seek to strive you seek to not.
“Tonotkeesuoyevirtsotkeesiniemoctnacisdnopserehsdnanedshctiwehtnoputuopsi” is a funny name, i guess.
I’ve caught in the nets of my youthful high energy
something akin to a meritless synergy,
seed in a vacuum of loud cooing pigoenry.
Dirt wiped on the sign that read welcome.
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Long were the strokes that I dangled high from trees
and powerless from when I caught hand to mouth disease,
then written and stored in volumes of epiphanies.
Suspend in the wave of a crescent.
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Now that I’ve found a sad place full of laughter
with pixie dust blown and then smoking guns after
a generous whim that may close this new chapter.
Through piddle and ponderous autumn.