i have very little creativity of my own, at least that's near the surface so i did the old faithful collage poem method...cut up words and bits of sentences to create some weird little poems about nothing or everything in my subconscious i guess... begin...
1/
still clowns
synchronised in the corner
a place where they'd been
burnt
--------better than us
i wouldn't have waited around.
they can run, punch, kick, hit and throw.
i found them in a house.
they flew together.
i lost
it
you'll see it
so dirty. i wanna be dirty
get feet in our faces
i like the graceful
you chuck
through a dream world.
until i pass out or
stop. Indefinitely.
2/
i was sick
relax. Don't panic.
-------------------alone
and i wanted
wet dream
so we were covered
after
3/
dance while we drink
i might throw
point my toes too.
It's OK, boys.
No. I'm not a Barbie doll.
control of my gun.
she hates about you!
dainty
-just need more tits
money
get broken
Sex Things
it's a big deal who pays, unless
money is just.
makes it worth it.
But not for all.
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