about kisses

listening to your friend throw up is like failing

and I just had chocolate for breakfast

.

its bees and horses

more than four submissions

not quite an opposite

I play emotion the kind of poem you call me when I play

.

when someones shit gets a serious electric bill its hardly as fantastic as the real waste of batteries

a magnet cord silly

coke clock staccato talking steam

wisdom fucks in a gospel              we feel good

.

how are we going to write poems on tampons in the rain

they will just be unreadable and sketchy

like rap on a rainy morning

I will never go back to hell

then it translates              yesterday I saw love

ultimately about kisses

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