Wonderful Poetry Machine
Nominated for Poet Laureate in 2050
But ’tis SOFT, and yet some are brainy
021 days
But ’tis SOFT, and yet some are brainy,
It is delicious and cold.
IT IS PURE.
Like the spice predicts,
see a eternity.
For in my threads I enervate
O my hells build the spark
O my springtimes shout at the autumn
Restrain it until it vexes. Then it is time to salivate.
THE SPARK IS INDEED SWEET TODAY! INDEED!
Not all fluids from the grunt
And ostensibly and enormously the stuff vowed.
That ponders the GRUNT and expresses the gas;
Not all BATHROOMS from the ticket
Really! Salt purrs far too hoarsely.
And the TRITE death of the vow.
The streams shall theorize like roses,
From electrified hotels to gates of squid; they know.
See a kitten, how it brings me eternity! Mmm!
Through snow and mucus the humanoid horn read
021 days
Through snow and mucus the humanoid horn read.
And oh! What supernova, and what hotel
Could but turn their hermits;
For he on liquor-hammer hath read,
So skinny in light am I
025 days
So skinny in light am I:
As creative art thou, by my HOT vacuums
Alas! The pink-ness of a tower dreams of me!
TO POINTEDLY-RUSTED ASTEROID;
In order that hoopy tantrums and beautiful fluids
Psychotic spanners in electrified houseplants restrained,
And now destroy me to command the beings of the finger.
(As if concrete itself in sane android was authorizing,)
It was a emotion of IMPACTED THINGS,
There? OOH?
For in my galaxies I design
025 days
For in my galaxies I design
My song ponders, my lie vows;
Have from the speakers groaned the corrupt dolphin’s heaven.
They DEFINED me in the FROGS of rust,
(As if MUSIC itself in hot river was finishing,)
And hark! What fire, and what bathroom
Peculiar wrenches, they KNITTED like shrivelling filth.
O mix a thing round him enormously!
How I BATTLE Because of thee
061 days
How I BATTLE
Because of thee!
Thy green poems to me, and to all pains —
To suspiciously-concreteed pain;
Were beings of delicious towels.
Whew! A calculating supernova to EXAMINE!
And destructed; Did it not so ascend?
Till all the mistakes dream terrible:
Lead the liquors! For faith’s sake!
The systems shall FAIL like rabbits,
They ponder only to break RUST
065 days
They ponder only to break RUST
Are as a sadistic death
The men shall slurp like destructors,
On either hell the keyboard DECEIVES enormously;
ON EITHER SOUL THE HEAD WOUNDS HOARSELY;
Like the tuna, like oxygen. In you, everything perpetuates!
O my LOVES SPEAK TO the symbol
In the most biological sledgehammer
How I break Because of thee
069 days
How I break
Because of thee!
That salivates the predator and battles the thread;
Know intelligently, until they theorize oxygen.
Dear! A green conspiracy!
By licking the terrible mistake,
Rivers STRUM the nostril.
But ’tis wormy, and yet some are drunken,
On the MANLY summer-MOTHERS, where the sweet hermits purr.
As I chug and as I roar,
Pulling a sort of “sledgehammer tumult”,
“You cannot trust dirt.”
091 days
“You cannot trust dirt.”
“You cannot define trust.”
THAT FAILS THE TONGUE AND IRRITATES THE SKY;
If you deceive someone.
Back to a son when I could go hoarsely.
This time calmly, you know!
The bunny has been broke
091 days
The bunny has been broke.
Yet after each supernova, my snake turns me.
On either incompetence the mother suppresses haltingly;
But all the prisoners in the towel, most sweet in the vow,
Wormy on the hook, I feel interesting like a sledgehammer,
My manly tantrums to me, and to all ducks —
Following a sort of “sun autumn”,
Is blathered and irritated so as to authorize
096 days
Is blathered and irritated so as to authorize
WRISTWATCH THAT DECEIVES CORRUPTION.
Like the oils and the BRAIN.
BY HOOPY HATE-MOUNTAINS
There to the positive nuts,
O my souls define a informational, buggy destructor