April Poem 30: NaPoWriMo

Can you have Ron Jeremy

Wolfe’s statue in your life?

He was your bold blood

As thick as the ideological similarities.

 

Typical scholar legalized the higher numbers.

Bring the class back.

Follow everything.

 

An ancient work being grazed from literature.

Tacos roam from discussion.

Mayo on top of dead reasoning.

Accidentally discharged on my left hand.

Cat practicing the think of dreams.

The bell is Mexican because of a curse.

 

She can teach many.

April Poem 19: NaPoWriMo

Classic literature relates to nobody.
Wants to tarnish you.
Leaves you there as a figure.

This story is a coconspirator in the society
Of being to its basest animal.
A collection of sun written stories
Arching down its arms
Going to use its connection of lungs or worse.

October Poem 20

I got that bread home with them.

I got to smell the story

The whole way home.

I think it in my head.

The story, the whole way home.

 

Its air, selfish that involves

The progresses to completion,

To all bread you knew before,

To all loving king falling into place.

Its air, selfish that becomes clearer.

 

You asked me to get it,

That, the snag.

The story becomes clearer

As it involves the calling fish.

I am fish.

 

Though it be no I rinsed

In the water if the lord god.

I very much couldn’t eat any

The first day for already being teased by

The pretentious, the prisoner of knowledge,

 

Interested in all sorts of assgrabbin

Found sitting here.

Just because I can’t eat story

Doesn’t mean I don’t want to eat it

In a scholarly literary way.

 

Smelling reading and writing of genre

Makes me hungry.

If you are on a diet, then literary fiction writing,

Suffering an element within you, excretes the stool.

Your world, suffering all the things that you are not,

Knocks at your door.