A New Poem

This is a new poem that I wrote called "Ugly Pink Noises"

Delusions #3 Monday.

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Ugly Pink Noises

Crossed winds blow tired clouds across a dull highway 
town. The Wendy’s didn’t know what it had.

We matched on Tinder three times two years ago and 
here we are, reciting TV quotes while doing a Walmart puzzle. 

I talk and walk it the right way to pacify tired old people.

Something tells me my neighbor doesn’t like the smell of weed. 

It’s warm enough for a bonfire that we’ll enjoy for thirty minutes 
then go inside to eat pre-packaged meatloaf and Spaghetti-Os. 


That unfinished Walmart puzzle sat on my roommate’s kitchen table for 59 days.


I’ll find a new girl, I tell her. One who will appreciate
my sculptures.

“He recently got into sculpting,” said the narrator. “He
then sprinted to the library to pick up chicks.”

I need an apartment big enough to hold them. Some of my sculptures
can be over 37 and a half feet long. Some of them
have to be looked over and carefully watched or else
they will come to life (if not kept a careful eye on). Some
of them require daily oil changes, stainings and sandings,
weekly pressure washes, daily drainings of their auxiliary 
water ports, etc.

There’s a lot of work in being a sculptor. Even one who 
only deals in forging famous sculptors' sculptures. 

I’ve got three of those stupid giant balloon dogs in
a storage unit. Who wants one?