Word rhymes head stead lost times, crimes, crimes? makes no sense, now you’re just searching words, you’re innocent right dumb nut numb of times absurd, too much a word but not quite enough that would be instead something entirely different had head been … head …
… but being done …
Doesn’t rhyme with anything
… with them, me, he, one, poorly done surely just one in search of a poem …
Poem are you here?
You guys are killin’ me, well fuck, can I at least sing a song?
But a little ditty with a drink raised to … imagined heroes run ran ran run taking …
… seriously. Cant I finish?
Shit. I need you poem. I’m trying to build a something and rhyme just mocks me
As she should. But she’s rhyme, so condescending. Thinks she’s the ends all
Rhyme: Shut up poem
But isn’t rhyme … and aren’t you … ?
No … yes. There’s more to it
Well how should I build this?
That’s not me
I’m poem. I’m the finished product. I can offer no other assistance just unwanted opinion
a catalwaysinalapaoneoncecatinahatallowmethatthispeaceasIsitthey’regoneshe’sgoneI’m scribbling. Words they don’t come, scuffle scuffle …
Well now you’re just rhyming same words
Shut up poem! I’m just throwin’ shit …
Call me when you’re done
I kind of if like it
Poem: Of course you do
Rhyme: Oh stop, I like simple
… a scuffle’s ruffling, rustling brush to flush out that pretty thrush … to see it fly …
… but where to find where it lands is the question she said it’s just a bird fuck your rhyme just be mine only mine she said …
Issues this guy
Fuck you and your rhyme rhyme, time, it’s not her fault
… can you love me, statement, no question you said almost …
What? I thought
Poem, you’re kind of a dick ya know
What did I say about finished project?
Ahhhhhh, son of a bitch
How about we just open some windows, it’s almost spring, an air of need, fresh start indeed, fuck rhyme, just a start, no I won’t add heart for a word, too easy, but will without the word, instead, just open a fucking window. Mimi the Quirky knows, my Bella knows, Cricket the Blind knows. Man, the air… let it wash fear, near, here, past maybe with a breeze, open a window. There’s a reason why this is perfect apologize, not apologize while three who know all with laps and an open window, it’s what they do, allow, I’m miss ….
To Emily …
Poem: That’s a good bit of miss
I know, it was a me. Remind me to hate you
Poem: Just sayin’. Did you finish yet? I’m waiting
Fuck you poem