a good sandwich

You do something and it's complex and simple
and it can't be explained
and everyone that ever existed likes it.

did you notice how i spelled that one word* acutally it doesn't look that wrong.

"Let's just dance!"
You say in wonderment to Pete
like all the country music video's were just theological
codes condensed into a single synapse
for the nerdy kid in the pg movies
where he learns that he has super powers
and he understands them in the same second
and like the bully whose mouth falls wide open,

Pete says "Yes, I will dance," to you
and like the pretty girl who always phsicolgically*
had a crush on the nerdy kid
because of his unconditional kindness

Pete smiles and you both know that its kind of a joke
but you slow dance in a parking lot
and you both think how not make a sequal

“Don’t you believe!” you declare to your death row cell mates
they don’t answer
at first they responded to your truths by saying bad things to you
then they hurt you
you continued you were just being honest
they raped you
the things is you can time travel
and before the night of each one of your cell mates execution
you take them to the beginning of time
“Fuck I’m sorry I raped you,” they all say sincerely
after this event they naturally invite your to there execution
which certainly surprises the guards your not very popular in the prison
NOT DONE

civil war poetry

You fucking charge!
and you think to yourself why I’m I swearing
would god swear? Probably not
you think as your running towards your death
out of the corner of your eye you see man yelling, bleeding and crying
is swearing the end or beginning of language
do poor people create swear words or rich?
you hold your surf board as best you can forward
as you crash in to enemy lines in the last civil war battle
yelling out every swear word that wasn’t invented into there faces

dry hupping #7

Your done painting birds that cannot fly
with your blood, your bad blood.
You show pictures of yourself thinking about yourself
to your guru
"I'm I lying or being "really" fucking real?" You say
"Love love, love." The Guru murmurs and flies away.

You go to a middle school dance and sit in the middle of the floor
trying to understand what ambiguity is
if you can just understand things that you can understand
the kids ae either all dry hupping or crying
you call a random dentist!