a poem
is the thing
that floats up to the ceiling
on a single string
as I wait for it
to fall back down
to me
is the thing
that floats up to the ceiling
on a single string
as I wait for it
to fall back down
to me
a poem
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Poetry dump
Every time I jump the world spins once
And I land in the same spot
My dog looks like a gremlin when he’s sleeping
It’s midnight and I wonder if my salt lamp is really salt
Ick yep it is -
Chat GPT Poem
This poem is not Chat GPT
I promise to convince you that
and I will attempt to convey
the human
sitting and picking the words
from cobweb corners where
computers can't find them.
there is a beating heart here -
why playlists are tsunamis
five songs
last me a month
a single playlist
i listen to
over and over and over
chewing it like a piece of gum
until it has gone
dull and flavorless
and I spit it out
but
when i rediscover
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