so i havent been writing as much as i should
i feel my poems have gotten stale
but in truth as james said once
its not about being good its about practice and to practice you gotta write as often as possible no matter how it comes out

vomitous

gross

but feels so good


balanced PH

struggle to define
is

starfish in theory

oh how i love you

like a cat i lick your face



over and over and over again


spuritng out disgust trust lust
year after year
until future thorn horns grow
outta my nose to reverb with the throat opening

after the throat opens to perfect PH balance
then acid base
redux
reaction.