Tea bag
refuses ice water—
not blasting up the ass now.

Me olvidé de guardar los platos.
Ahora están infestado de cucarachas para siempre.
Bien hecho.

I forgot to put the plate 'way.
Now it's covered w/ roaches forever.
Good job.

Tea chokes me
laughing
‘bout the aforementioned blasting-up-the-ass.
Now there’s blood in my nose.

Tea bag bounces
dipping in water…
Isn’t it just having a blast up the ass.

Accompanying music.

Rainbows spread its fingers through

granite gray & silver liquid

crystal screens that always plume

in the rain that makes it fidget.

Should I splash my feet in you?

Does it feel like smacks or pets?

Looks as if you always snooze,

slowly swaying white light flecks.

Puddles never make me frown,

always soothe me with their sounds—

in their love I want to drown.

Morning spring
leaves fall on pumpkins–
all black text.

Accompanying music.

Toxic berries:
flush red & mint green
e’en in spring.

The spoon’s too big.

Ha ha ha.

Now it’s finally time to use the spoon.

I was saving it for the perfect day;

but it never came

& I became impatient.

Perhaps I should stop saving spoons

for fudge coffee mugs that’ll never come

& use them for the sludge that I have @ present

to make them less distasteful

than how I perceive them now without their spoons

in comparison to the upcoming fudge mugs

that still have yet to come up.

Sometimes I shudder

@ the thought o’ a world without peanut butter.