if every mountain was a root beer fountain

marijuana sonnet, sipping
life through sippie cups and
yay! a parade of unbroken
legs, of unreleased kool aid
kegs, of children buying angel
cake. baked. purple steak. fresh
meat kick flipping the street.
TWEET! a dead bird jump ropes
a dead nerd who was once a dead
beat! parallelograms think deep
after ten years of cocaine sleep.
don't forget the wolves, the
chives, whiskey breath, your bosses
desk. sitcom! shit bomb! urinary
infections, 3rd grade teacher corrections,
and the floccinaucinihilipilification
of everything you ever learned
in grade school!

lol

look out the window and you
can see the sun. look into a
computer screen and all
you can feel are endless
portals of e-trash,
stupid fucking
bloggers, and
the relentless
attempts of
millions to
support Andy
Warhol's predictions
about fame in the future.
we are becoming a bunch of
ones and zeros. I hate the number
1. it's ugly like that kid Zach that
was in my 5th grade
class. why was he
so tall, thin, and
full of almost
nothing just
like
me?

A SERIES OF HAIKU ABOUT AUTUM

the sky is not dumb
especially on Mondays
it knows to hate me

rain falls on my face
it must know that today
I am not thirsty

I don't care about
Septa going on a strike
this city is fat

fall is the best time
of the year because
it is not too hot or cold

why in the heavens
is that girl wearing a skirt
I am not aroused

too much n64

SODIUM FACE

a boy with no arms
cried at the entrance
to the hug convention

SATURDAY NIGHT CLEAVER

if we run out of food
we can eat each other
and then discuss our dementia
and how there should be more
cash only establishments

TWO YEARS AGO IN THE REGENCY APARTMENTS AT BROAD AND GIRARD

a black woman
shouted at me
"I'm pregnant and have a
suitcase full of kittens!"
from the luggage came
atonal meows

thank God for libraries, rich friends, and the tech center

I don't own a computer because I

hate computers. My mom doesn't

own one because she can't afford

it. Besides our last name that's the

only thing we have in common. She

makes more love to the internet

than she does my father; embracing

its flashing lights and free radiation.

She pulled a hammy fucking the

binary code last week. Out of curiosity

I asked her, how much does the

internet weigh? She answered; not

much more than your father!

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