Chunken Funkel #2
as soon as this coming Tuesday eyes aching see in steps physical structure very tiny sleeping animals don’t want wake up I know ill feeling! if wake those animals they’ll come last in the relay team tomorrow! step back back back hear forerunners immediate forefathers foremothers rock & roll rhythm & blues yipping
sighs great sighs of relief excuse myself split by some togged up angular-faced Romans & Greeks disguised hospital ancillary employees all carrying sleeping tents I pretend to catch fishies pretend line pretend hook invisible fish tastes like art paper balustrade looks shatter reel up up up invisible line stuff it
plant pot empty shivering he wants me to drop him overboard me mumble too much in classes & out & about angling anyone’s sympathy
outside one dollar store sniffy big cake dag retailer worker holding up her big bright finger at a flaking string bean customer holes deep in his head put back the bag of musk up against your lengthy & rounds or I’ll call the icky blue will you dig deeper he moans he opens his coat & pants nothing there no bag of musk & no lengthy or rounds she needs to take over all of it
all the way aisle large golden bell reciting prayers beside fake traffic signal cross arms at him start to fill up extreme annoyance/displeasure his pointless “formality” a waste total waste time his prayers! better off using instrument taping wind speed!
passing angles female & male characteristics some talking mobile phones advanced than should be one right angle says with scared wet eyes There’s just very little continuity in my life a reflex angle says in monotone Emphasis on me, no way a straight angle says annoyed only a bit Specify Repetition is my middle name & obtuse angle says proudly Show a Contrast Between Occurrences of Something is mine didn’t share with her take rest on pair of steel stands for aiding logs in a fireplace
next to me a flowering plant not in a pot roots exposed with gem mucus & rat flowers it points out I’m not interesting lively at all to make me both to give life to me I’d have to be electrocuted I go into a rage slap him onto the tile
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