aristonaut

WRITING MYSELF TO NOWHERE.

Looking relaxed in a gas mask,
She lit her index finger
And flinched in satisfaction .
She had told me earlier
How the fumes could be deadly,
That the gas mask would provide
Protection.

LUVN HATT

She was bemoaning the fact
That frog falls are less common
Nowadays, telling me,
when I was wheel axel high, we use to
Get the most awesome frog falls!
some were as big as your fist!
the streets looked like fields
Of green!

INGLISH 4 EVA

Her daughter was in a pop-power-folk
-grind melt-bra band called licious
Likely cream licious.
Apparently they had a record contract and
Were working on an album of the title
OMG GSOH BOI
My attention faded out at this point.

KIS MY AS

I returned to focusing on the
Abandoned shopping that was
sat in the Opposite bus stop.
Wondering if it Will blow up.
The delight of carnage, and
Anticipating of its unsympathetic
View of life, lent me the
Tension necessary to give the
Current dullness some spark of life.

LOON WOOLF

The bus arrives, I get on, though
Those Blisters on my feet
Refuse to come quietly.
The long haired man with
The beard and misspelt tattoos
Smells beside me.
His smell was somewhat vocally
Against interracial relationships.
Still the swan in the mini skirt
Smiled at me, small mercies in
A merciless world.

Home at last!
The key slides in, in a totality
Non sexual manner.
My house explodes.