A canoe for one
Rowing past the safe harbor
Eating potatoes.
The car flipped over
Not because of any fault
The car wanted to.
Creative writing,
The gateway to stretch your words
Into non-meaning.
Cursed to live his life
He wanders through the bus stop
Only stench follows.
The many papers,
Posted throughout this hallway,
All have the same taste.
Starring at nothing
I wonder what she's thinking,
Of nothing as well?
Damn good papaya,
Unnaturally scrupulous
For it is poison
My hair is too neat
Ironically I must flaw
For hair perfection
My stomach acid
Sits inside with low pH
Burning all to shit
Tires rotating
The blue money had just sneezed.
The box is shattered
My telephone
It works in both directions
Yet one path not used
Floral printed shirts
Have no place in formal wear
Cause formal be square.
Unburdened of birth
She hath carried no longer
No plan don abort
Ice cream makes smiles
Chocolate makes over joy
Both, euphoria.
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