I suppose I could paper my walls with my arts
Spend the rest of the day locked away trapping farts

It’s around three deep
That it becomes difficult
To discern the stink

So, is my phone my watch yet?
Or, is my watch my phone?
Now, is it that I’m meant to feel
More
Or less
Alone?

If I could grow the apologies
I’m owed on trees

Porcelaindrycally powered poetic fart manifest
Style: Musical
Concept: I’d bet my dentist knows best

Slow is fast
Blunt is sharp
You can always choose to skip the arc

Got a stop and go soul
With a head like a hole
Rezner would die before passing control

When you explain what she perceived as weak
Is me flexing my newly found strength

“See you corner and lash lest you listen
In the past I’d escape
Then you’d always give chase
Like I’m fluid and you some damn piston

Now I stand in one spot
Fuck tons of distraught
Ask to pick it up later
‘cause you’ve lost the plot
But, I’m listening
So, what else you got?”

If it looks better than it sounds, then what of the human ear?
Why do we like what we see so much better than what we hear?

Those following along at home will have to imagine the construction because I am not getting up.

The birds on the screen make a scene most serene as they squable for peanuts that mean everything, when the snow’s a foot deep their ain’t no time to preen.

Caught with the dog in my lap in a nap ears aflap gently breathing with airway soft tissue clap.

When your books are decorations and construction vibrations light up synapses like holiday decorations

When, as the victor
You cling to resistor
What you resist
Is governance
Vive la résistance

When your poetic fart is a No Doubt parody

Don’t speak
They won’t get what you’re sayin’
Don’t bother with explainin’
‘Cause all they’ll hear are words

The book in my head
Won’t fall out when I’m dead

They die with me, then
All those things I could have said

Christ on a cracker
How many fucking haiku
Have I written now?

If I slipped away as I slept
Having just good and properly wept
It might just be nice
To put me on ice
Having realized I’d looked where I’d leapt

Mm sawree bowt it buddee but I had ta take abreak
Myfuk kinhead iz writin’ country wisle mydykkit micturates

I will be okay
When what’s locked away today
Can come the fuck out

When there’s a haiku that is not worth mentioning stuck inside your head

There’s simplicity
Where you see complexity
And vice versa, bud

When all the animals are gone, man shall die of loneliness
Unless, before the day doth come, man hath devolved from phoniness

There is a poetic fart with potential for expansion that’s ready to go pending the acquisition of a word rhyming with weird that is in the vicinity of meaning to be or arrive first #CommunalPoetry #FirewalkWithMe

#NotesOnAPoeticFart