Email Me, Grandma
Email Me, Grandma by gene defcon Email me, Grandma I’m checking my phone I’ve texted you tons and I know that you’re home Are you
Email Me, Grandma by gene defcon Email me, Grandma I’m checking my phone I’ve texted you tons and I know that you’re home Are you
electric socks by gene defcon Electric socks cause electric shocks When dangled down into the water A tickle at least or even deceased Depending if
I Shot Sylvester’s Cat by gene defcon I shot Sylvester’s cat With a horse-tail extract And that was why he stiffened So humorously Rumors need
The folds of the space-suit crease my flesh Against the skin of a leather-lipped tortoise Her deep green eyes study me for signs of intelligence
old cow cone by gene defcon Old Cow Cone Old Cow Cone Old Cow Cone Old Cow Cone
I Was So Poor by gene defcon I was so poor Santa gave me food I was so poor I could only afford used money
Old Burber Greaves Written by Sam, Pat, Gene, and Rosemary by playing writing roulette on 12/28/09. Tori Amos was sick. She had a light heart
Seasonal Racism by gene defcon Black poetry Bumping out of Black Benz’s All summer White words Written by White nerds In Crosswords All winter
specific exchange by gene defcon Crisp genitals thaw the void between us at one thousand square-inches per second A secretive warmth spreads like a many-armed
One Glance at the Old Clock by gene defcon One glance at the old clock Was all it took To flood me with extreme anxiety