Bed Between Branches
Lazy Sunday Morning Spot
Will be Missed Greatly
Bed Between Branches
Lazy Sunday Morning Spot
Will be Missed Greatly
Summer’s hot breath fades
Sauce drips, staining grass dark red
Mangled ropes hang limp
In death more renowned
Than any hammock of yore
A simple seat blushes
Construct of canvas
Held taut by wood & tension
Set sail for heaven
Strings, threads, knots and ties
Was it all only a dream?
Lest we not forget
Where was your mama?
Perhaps you are color blind.
Dumb motherfucker.
To never have known…
In you, would my bottom sink?
Don’t hurt my feelings
Unruly balance
Maybe you flipped the wrong guy?
Unsafe bed is dead
Karma:
You suck as a thief
As a Slasher you excel
You will die lonely
Hungry Anger:
I’d like lots of things
Mostly to stamp on your balls
And eat your babies
My Stripey Friend:
Stripey comfort, doomed
My friend, cocooned me in peace
Departed with rage
Colorful delight
Provided so much support
Now you need a chair
Why release anger
on the comfort enabler?
Eat Valium instead.
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You’ll soon feel better,
and as is his nature, he
won’t mind if you drool.
Oh colorful one
We feel you in the breeze now
Your spirit is here
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love me love my swing
perhaps you loved it too hard
you fucking bastard
oh hammock so sad
what once was is now the past
people are stupid
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what happened to you?
much loved hammock is now gone
life can be so cruel
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oh beautiful one
relaxation for the back
how i miss you so
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