Short Digestible Poems
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The More Digestible Anything
Becomes, The More That Thing
Resembles What's Been
Already Digested.
-Gray Squirrel
04-21-2026
this endless rain
pains
like an idle
pent up *****
gnawing away at sanity
grinding nerves
into digestible bits
this
this is not
nourishment
in{-ane, -sipid, -gestible, -digestible, -satiable}
just kidding!
not !!
not, not.
who dere?
aw, go {expletive never inserted} myself.
{oh joy, almond joy, enjoy, killjoy}
go back to the start where i am
Form:
My mind is like a nice set of
teeth.
It crushes things up, and
makes them digestible.
Too much sugar, like you,
sweetie
rots my brain.
I better stick with these dull
grey blocks of knowledge,
and brush daily with some
good pornos
I know the ending,
But I read it anyway.
I’ll pull the blanket tight around me
As laughter fades to death,
And there are screams,
And tears
that might even be real.
We can rewrite history:
Mold it and tug at it,
Rip it apart and make it beautiful
And digestible.
But there is only truth—
the end.
she taught me
without meaning to
that love
should be quieter
less overwhelming
less visible
less… much
she watched me feel
like it was something
to fix
like my heart
needed discipline
so I learned
to lower the volume
of everything
to love
in ways
that would not
make anyone uncomfortable
to become
digestible
instead of real
worth of wage
a mercenary/ organised
land based force ready for
commands/ spotters observers
and carriers ,to share the warmth
of bed/ orphans from violence and war
invisible many/ sick blood diamonds recru-
ited by ments while theirs go to school an
church to learn of values and virtues
what is the law--
where is the value---
i am throwing up the un digestible con-
cept of child soldiers
Form:
I'm not your tearstained dishrag.
Will you end your suicide note with a hashtag?
Just lock me in the metaphysical gulag.
The real world's too much a drag
for a ***.
I am not digestible.
I am a hunk of pyrite lodged in the
jejunum of bureaucracy.
I am a precious and coveted
artifact hidden at the bottom
of a recycling bin, underneath
empty milk gallon bottles.
Their pungent swill is a grimy
filter for my blind beauty.
Do not worry my friend
your big head that disturbs
and fails to think properly
give it away for charity
Do not worry my friend
carry that big head in your hand
if its notorious and causes tears
throw it in the dish nearby
Do not worry my friend
your big head burden head
lend it away to the poor
that for one day they are rich
I hear that big head is nice
with curry and ginger its eaten
but let no one deceive you
nothing of it is digestible