princess

ain't she a bit of a jelly,
under her crispy brown skin.

dingoes eat my body

she stole my x-ray
hugs it
to feel my heartbeat
between rib traces

she is either nuts
or in love
no difference
really

is that not nice to know?
what a warm feeling
i will be leaving her my skeleton

glimpse

my great aunt is a witch,
and my aunt is a witch.

i do not know what they do.

people have no money.
so they bring oatmeals and barley.
from humanitarian aid packs.

improper dog food.

voice recognition poetry

landing on mars to dig unisex tunnels,
chemist was lost in marine transit.

extinct species of venus mourned.