B(Earth)day
Matthew Schmidt
I’m shoving fat candles into dirt,
blowtorching the wicks and tooting
horns.
I couldn’t render enough tallow
to properly honor over 4 billion years,
sorry,
you have so many hills.
I’m shoving fat candles into dirt,
blowtorching the wicks and tooting
horns.
I couldn’t render enough tallow
to properly honor over 4 billion years,
sorry,
you have so many hills.
Or more specifically its monster, long tail whisper in our swimming pool: in a valley girl’s mind.
He started as a single Clay Aiken, the one we all knew with the smiling face and aw-shucks demeanor
If this were paint it’d be asymptotic, red.
Too many toasties cut in quarters for Subway. Too many indemnity claims at Allstate.
If you’re wanting to write a poem that will appeal to the largest possible amount of people, you really can’t go wrong writing a poem about water.
There is not one song
in my YouTube
favorites
sad enough
to endure this night
wearing my khaki
work pants
with a small kitty
crawling on my lap
The internet is
the cat and i are watching HBO pretending time passes much faster than it does like how this guy has been in prison for 52 days but it's only been 11 minutes
i can't look at people on tv
For three days, I drive the city in search of PetCo. Day one, I tell myself that PetCo will be easy
to find. I don't find PetCo. Day two, I use the GPS, but despite reading the
We turned off the game and drove to the mountains, a dead dog in the backseat
One day I came across an inverted map of the Western Hemisphere. Cape Horn was in Alaska's usual position. I felt very disturbed, like air was flooding into the space above North America and
love becoming, like an apple,
this requires time, starred
blossom, then summer, the attention
of bees, grown men
bow their heads, concentrating
on the national anthem
in stadiums
You've told me you feel like a bat.
What you don't mean is your wings.
Or the development of a reflex that draws your ears toward small sounds.
What you do mean is that you're
brick
once in 2011
someone at a party
offered me rum
mixed with cough medicine
from a 1 liter plastic bottle of generic orange soda
i thought
this will make
The computers will run an error the size of oceans howling crazy for the pale moon & will hurtle through our bodies to get there. My brother says the lights across the river will burn out.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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