poems about the littledivergence

Horny cornucopia everyday i see the yellow-gray city and something smells like her grayish hair a daughter’s sickly hairs when she’s picked herself up post-mad joycee’s dancing around mad understandably disappointed is the party chatter but mating’s on their minds endless closeness of sopping behinds (you know the type don’t be shy) when you force your chance—it’s all kaput from here i point with fertility from here on out my Durer prints are obvious here lies the poet i feel the leukemia in me fifty years away I say hello i’m ready to go but first let me consume! pick up an imperial heritage pick up the phone no one’s there pick up the messages and whatsapps (no one’s responding) pick up the pieces as we shrug off the bourgeoisie only to return to fair trade coffee i am swimming but i am drowning i am breathing in the shower and no one is washing me except the taint of my fair trade coffee i feel the doubt in me the two teaspoons of rejection the snapchat colourless dejection i got this all for free my senseless days the taste of fair trade coffee