prompt was "bad examples"

the last time i saw you casting spells in the school parking lot
37 days before you left for that space station
trading smoke between our hands like mother birds and chewed up worms
touched my cheek and said to me girl curb your expectation

i'm not one of the good ones

now you're gone and winter's come and i am comfortably numb
trying to remember where you said that lucky star was
learned to smoke no-handed while commuting in chicago snow
guess that's probably it for me i'll see you in the next one

i'm not one of the good ones

one of the good ones

Gusty Garden Galaxy (from Super Mario Galaxy)

writing prompt was "love letter"

as prophesized, the time has passed us by
we tried to bottle it in desperation
but, mystified by other human lifes,
all of the poetry was just quotation

so to circumvent the unrelenting frame,
try to relax the taxo-nomization
two revenental spectres without names
work on our shadow ball and levitation

your love letter was made of lovely little shapes
(none of which resembled words)
that gave me everything i needed

your love letter was a wicked curse

shadow ball

prompt was "she was a force of nature"

caught stumbling through a field that's flat and wide
she appears to me a circle in the sky
oh man oh god oh man oh god

a tremendous cloud the air turns like a tide
she calls out to me low frequency cry
"did you think that you would get away ?
who are you to make a break ?
all the crap that you find beautiful is there for me to take"
oh man oh god oh man oh god

spacious barn vs the vortex or, oh man oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god

i think i need reminders
it's good to go outside
i just got out the door
and it's a brand new nite

walk through the city carcass
wrapped up in the seclusion
sounds from an open window
saxophone-forward fusion

today's Tom Sawyer
she's a real hot rod
plays Hang-On a lot

the nightlife owns
standing on this platform alone
i don't want to die
i just want to waste my time
the train arrives

the nightlife owns
standing on this platform alone
i can't feel alive
if i can't waste my time

tom sawyer

Hey Sandy (Polaris cover)

branches (GOLF cover)

You squared up from on your side
Ripped the cords recording organs
Then you woke up in your #bedbed gown

So is this what that feels like ?
That is, this was of within you
But this is thus that that is without

When you felt the beat complete
it was the perfect place to stop
But then pressure changed inside the brain
The band said "from the top"

Yeah, your guts beget one dozen trillion little spooky guys
Digging in the acidic and the alkaline

So you did the redesign
You had semisonic mania
It was wormhole closing time

When you felt the beat complete
it was the perfect place to stop
But then hazey janes with cold cool band names
Played it from the top

Godspeed you ego of one dozen trillion little spooky guys
Living in the acidic and the alkaline

Alkaline

Floral bedspread you toss aside
As we're intersecting
And I know it doesn't cross your mind
But I dig the arrangement

A Gabriel's horn with its point on the floor
And its bell looking at the sky
All the small things are amazing to me
All the big things make you sigh

Like all the places you'll never go
Somehow overwhelming
All the friends that you used to know
Wonder what they're doing
All the choices you overlook
Without even thinking
And I leave when it feels like I should
Yeah I know the arrangement

The Nth Arrangement

Rave On (Masafumi Takada) x B.O.B. (Outkast)

Bill Rambeard's Rad Bad Blasterball (Title Screen Music)

Kept like in amber
A wound where their hooks were in
I knew it then

You cut a corner
Unable to find your way
So you thought to stay

Don't you find it comforting to know where you belong ?

True believer
Learning this late in the game
Sure can be a buzzkill
There is no prize to win
That fucker's rigged

Don't you find it comforting to know where you belong ?
You'll repeat their make believe 'til you forget it's wrong
Then they'll repeat a joke so funny, you'll forget to laugh
You'll become the man they made me: asthmatic acrobat
Yeah I'm on the ball
It ain't stopped rolling yet

A new habit like a new day

And they'll repeat a joke so funny, you'll forget to laugh
You're still on that ball, keep rolling, asthmatic acrobat
Don't you find it comforting to know where you belong ?
You'll repeat their make believe

Forget To Laugh

Acting out a purpose
I would settle for a use
When you told me it was over
You were expertly aloof

Well it turns out, all that grief internalized can be a Durandal
And it's sharp enough to carve away your sense

I recall a Springfield
For those Vachel Lindsay types
Where you camped out your indulgence
I had chugged the blood of Christ

As it turns out, all that shame my angel gave to me was Durandal
Even clobbered on the marble, it won't break

Acting out a purpose
With my hands behind my back
You speedran me like a Contra
Yeah I wanted it so bad

As it turns out, everyone deserves to have nice things, for example
There's no harm to give your Spacious Barn a treat

Crawling jungle dungeon
Saw your scrawling on the floor
You wrote "All are blessed to transit,
But that goddamn holy sword"

If it turns out every blade gets blunt eventually, my Durandal
Will prod olives on the rocks upon my drink

Durandal

chapter 1 of a rock opera that i don't have to write the rest of. prompt was "A psychic from Toledo, a Wichita county clerk."

when they founded the jerk-filled town
surrounded by chert-filled hills
they paved the roads and sidewalks
with hospital bills
when the jerks crawled to work
they spread the ink all around
in an alley lurked a county clerk
painting lines on the ground

in the beginning were some words
they were screamed but weren't heard
now they echo in the limitless absurd
and so every living soul
is a part of one big whole
but that whole we are is at least half-full of holes

out walks Mary Jane 
liberating Rite Aid chardonnay
the county clerk has eyes
in a panoptic kind of way
Jane says "reality's a prison
there is no good news in hell
my once-a-week ttrpg is going pretty well"

in the beginning were some words
they were screamed but they weren't heard
"Tom Aquinas is a catastrophic turd"
in the end there was a pain
murmurating through the brain
we were gone before we ever learned its name

but being's the queen
of containing things
chardonnays
minestrones
bracelet charms
antique rings
gatorades
for the soccer teams
piles of twigs
piles of leafs
fudge eggs
and other candies

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