Huh?
You don’t need to know
the science
behind how a supernova glows,
in order to see, so vividly
these scars;
I sport them proudly
like you probably sport
your caviar,
your mini bar,
the Cuban cigars –
yawn…
this bores me;
don’t act like you
do not
secretly adore me,
forcefully, lips sewn
confusing me…
how should I
have somehow known?
It’s not rocket science,
my compliance
is a choice I make,
ever renewed,
ring true?
You bet I do…
Again, let’s spin
around the room,
you’re mad because
I can’t comprehend you…
But you know that
feeling…
all too well, too…
don’t you, Blue?
Passive Aggressive
in designer shoes…
never did question
what the fuck
I see in you…
your horns curl inwards,
just the same as mine do –
combustible
ignitable
it isn’t any surprise.
That you’d be too ornery
to look me in the eye,
even…
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Americana Injustica 
Thinking of you, AJ. Hoping all is okay ❤
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Yes, love…I’m as okay as can be, given the circumstances. Thank you for checking.
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Sending some love your way, sweetheart. I wish I had superpowers.
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Oh honey, you so do. You just don’t always realize it. ❤❤❤❤❤❤
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Delicious poetry. I like the horns curling inwards. Great stuff. Would make good open mic I bet. (says the guy who’s too scared to read his poems out to himself in an empty room – ha ha ha)
Off to google ornery. I think it’s a birdhouse. Bet you a billion dollars.
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Damn.
I seem to be temporarily light.
I’m afraid I’ll have to pay you in dance.
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You just lost a billion dollars, Mr. Microphone. But here’s the deal: I’ll let you keep it in exchange for the belly laugh you just gave me, okay?
Because I Soooooo know how you came to the birdhouse thing, and it makes me laugh heartily.
(As I picture some crosseyed owl in the forest somewhere)😂😂😂😂😂😋😋😋😋
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Phew – cos I don’t think I could withstand 100 dollars worth of dancing let alone a billion. And who needs to see that anyway.
You can’t beat a good owl. Sort of flying buddhist cats with spinny heads and beaks. I love the little fuckers.
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Gotta love the little creeps…
You’retoo funny, geez 🙄🙄🙄
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