[btw depressin'/sucky writings ahead]
Poor Actors Every Two (Count Them), Two Steps
reverse
no such button
to hit
biting
fighting
striving
dying
but really only trying
abortion
of all of the above
ABCD
and possibly E soon enough
all that's left
are for the birds to feed on
and the rest for no one to really know about
lean back
breathe slow
and what do you know?
how to breathe
hopefully
unhopefully
either way
perhaps it's all a play
a really bad one
hardly any good ones anyways
it'll be called
ungoodly god's god: reap and plod
all poor actors running around our simplicities
on stage and created to play
in a play
Mysterious Cave Secrets of The Between of Existence and Non-Existence
secrets secrets
hard to say
hard to play
honesty is key
but mystery is a whole 'nother thang
far from secrets
simply
confusing
it is
but
butts.
hidden
but they're there
see bits and pieces
but you still don't even know
butt
butt
big, thick, and juicy
so it goes
move eyes up
higher
get higher, baby
get higher
eyes upon eyes
something but nothing
check the list
hammer
tweezers
teasers
fly swatter
et cetera
check the brain
into a wall
or some other hard surface
break
and
maybe you'll get your nine cakes
plus
a candle you never knew of in existence
hiding in caves with the crazies
dare you enter to see
see the candlabra
shine through
bats
knats
cats
rats
sewage?
candle pose
repose
decompose
compose that candle?
who?there!
it is you,
no longer a fool.
see that flicker.
nhnh
wet treats
are only the best to eat
meet and greet
polarize
preparing for a complete shuttle breakdown
quite possibly
the only kind around
agree to space trails
traveling among travesties
patroling
dozing in the sun
come out
smelling like a nasty
bun of honey
conquests.
digress.
at the ripest.
