To me government election time means lots of signs on lawns with silly last names that make me giggle. How do you take a guy with the last name Adcock seriously? Come on Adcock. Higgins was always one to make me laugh. For some reason it reminds me of eggs. (Yes I have friends with this last name. Still, eggs.) And eggs remind me of the girl from the Amanda show who couldn’t help but throw it in your face every damn episode in the girls bathroom that she had nothing else on her brain besides egggssss. Oh Nickelodeon. Government equals eggs. Just some of my morning stream of consciousness. Amanda please. #murica
You usurp verbs from
my belly; belching esophagus.
Sated breaths, tantalized
to butterfly wings wafer
tongue looms and tonsil cocoons. Words like wombs lick waves plucked from violet lips, birth with bumbling;
mumbled heart murmurs, moans
whispers, snowy snares whipping, trilling cadence
-drums drowned in echo, flooded with tones touched by tides of kakorrhaphiophobia-
fear forced ears scorched in passion’s blush.