


My right eye above
left below Not blind enough
yet to stop screaming
Second full-body self-portrait glued to the back of and upside-down from the first. Three 6×6 hot-press watercolor paper, gouache, watercolor ink, ballpoint pen ink, sharpie.
A vomit is an extreme burp
I once consoled Billy Wayne
busy extreme burping on my shoe
I need to start a new elephant
note page for March but was
afraid I’d forget this poem’s first
sentence formatting another
month in a platform I’d rather
paint bricks than use. No
abacuses were used in the how
old are you Jeff the gimmick
rictus of this poem. I’m growing
To stop myself thinking about it I bought an Arches 12 x 12 hot-press watercolor block which, if I’d thought about it instead of thinking I needed to buy it, is too big for the bed of the scanner I use so I can post the squares here and there and too big for the laminator I use so that the squares can be handled without fountain pen ink staining fingers, the above is the 12 x 12 cropped to 11 x 11, fine metajeffphors abound
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* | What | could | possibly | * | ||
possess | seven | syllables | ||||
* | to | stomach | haikus? | * | ||
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* | When | head | grimaces | * | ||
seven | syllables | baptize | ||||
* | Feet | demand | credit | * | ||
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I’m you too humorless to me too humorful
we disagree agreeing
(not the double I viscerally hate knew
my grandmother Shultz
told me I’d meet, what infuriates me about him
what I hate about about me and
true) yes, the joke in my head before you opened your mouth
What’s the score?
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Tomorrow night last night before tele
port least griefly vacation re: job
Summarily fired in absentia Friday next week
scrivener notepad
taptaptap tap taptap tap
taptap tap tap tap
(I bleive point scriveNe r tworobust
simple me tapping, tr
oo.)
Thanks for thinking of me.
Since nutritional value of not-animal v animal isn’t my issue I don’t fret but I do think the can you call it milk if it’s from a nut and call it meat if from a fucking soybean for legal-shit funny
Hah, I may steal that sentence and sell it to a shitty blog!
Seething needing target requires objects I can’t damage
forgive me, I Chick fil-a the clusterfuck *every* Sunday
I’m skittle, fucking destroy everything I can’t destroy, save what I can