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P o e t r y M i x t a p e//

Rober t Duncan Gray&

J u l i a n S m u g g l e z

Nose Pickteeth boogersfalling out withmasses of gray hair

estrogen flixaccumulating dust flies

fractal forests grafting through the floor

the drowning partof your bodynow with musicalaccompanimentall bleeps and bloops

BloodYo, your old friendis a fucking damp napkin.

Somebody has to tell itlike it is.

I describe myselfnot as basedbut as super based.

The silent S in my name has been replacedby a dollar sign.

We better recognize.

Nobody knows how to pronounce $

AgapeHiccupping in high fives into open-mouthed punches

androgynous elixirspouting in the corner

go to the brilliant glitter bustwith me

It’s time for a cigarette break?What about now? now?

tooth molds plasticbrowningmandated puppy biteson your wrists

Groan ManSipping on syrupSip Sip

Sipping on syrup Sip Sip

Using killer jamsto kill killers

Sipping on syrupSip Sip

Purple drunkPurple pain

Purple drankPurple dank

Purple rainPurple purp

Semen covers semensorry for the poordance partycum covers the cum

do purchase an additional personfor the event anda shot or a beer or something

herepeople want to hearonly depressing poems

hurracaning awaypieces of fleshin letters that look likeA’sbut are actually$$$$$$$$’s

SeaNo champagnein this roomtonight.

You will allleavethis room

sadly.The hissof the refridgerator

from the windowsto the wallpaperghost ridesyour whip.

of ambition in a person I once called home

blood ona rhinestone hello kitty necklace

drop my neck onto her neck

a pink aura around her public facereligious paintingsat the mall

the prolific nature of her graying hairreveals her laugha reality only spoken inbad karaoke songstoward the end of the night

I jerk off onto the mountain

I want to be your green queenbut in this day and ageit is impossible.

A soup has beencreated byman made animals.

Humpback dump truck.Dumb wave goat spit.Sleep slow low swag.

Meat trap.Meat trapMeet Trap.

Your cellphone is singing.It’s your mother or somebody.

Mount Rrushmore Facial Selfie

Swag Swag SwagI nod in a way thatresembles bad dancing

the weeknd is playing in my head And then in the bedroom

and we dancedall illicitin a way that resembles bad dancing

the smell of burnt ringseverything a repetitionof another moment

we all commercials for one anotherare annoyingbut easily stuck in heads

KneadBreadcrumbsgather aroundyour thanks.

You’re a furin the eye,you really are.

Let’s downloadsome shittogether.

Friendsbecomecrystals.

Crystalsbecomehandclaps.

with a computer screenrecording us fuckingme aware that you are actually fucking me

l.e.d. quality as we dysfunctionthe red light to make us puppies shivering in corners

we disorders, cocoon leaves in the sheets

chat boxes from strangers pop up

ding ding ding and the sound of a cashregister closingrepeating twice

like someone is writing an indie song about usbut I want to be a rap song,a real booty slapper.

your eyes look better in dim lighting

You are dimWho cannot seethis ghoststanding herelaughing at me?

I am a kingin the desperatekitchenhiding from ridicule.

The thing I fear mostis trapped with meinside this circle of salt.

I was goingto like your post,but then I thoughtFuck it.

I was red urinejust recently magentawith green planktona kind of boring

I dyedmy shoes and socksAnd the parts of your roomI wake up in

I’ve smashed windowsWith elbows and bonerstestamentsto your masculinity

Plate TectonicsLeave me alone.I am the causeof your sadness.

The salt was my doing.I cannot apologizeif I cannot talk.

when I unzip my pantsflies crawl outeach a synchronized swimmer

you’ve peed in my bedmore times than mostwe hold facesat arms lengththe distance a queue

you put your molly into my mouth as a signifier

you put your drinks on my credit cardas a signifier

nowI’m sweatingnow

I have scabies and I am intentionally going to give you scabies.

JeanI am covered in it, drowning in denim, but there are moreimportant things.

I believe it to be true,this story of a disturbedspirit animal speakingin night terrors,

but I cannot dowhat you ask.I prefer to sufferthe dreams.

the blade of some safety scissorsto my neck

inflatable airconditioning in my shirt

I feel like an obeseversion of a Disney charactercarvedon the desktop

nobody really pays attention

I don’t want to go viral

I want to go viral

I am standing in a crowded coffee shop

ViralI have disturbedthe internet.

I am your friendin each image.

I have failed youin each video.

Miracle of moving pictures.The thin tin sounds of false food.

I want to flyI want to robwhite people soI decided to write a poem

then I bought a gunand started to rob white people

we see the white in costume suits and scarves all smiles

I don’t understand muchhe said back to meas he ‘railed’ a line of meth offthe dash of his oj simpson broncometh is way betterhe said

we can’t stop

but we still get money

I Believe in R KellyYou don’t haveanything to proveto me.

You are my spirit animal’sspirit animal.

with reinforced concreteand green screen

Your body always reminded meof a Pixar movie

the queefingof yesterday

the little godinside youletting out a sighbecause he is disappointedin melike you are disappointedin me

I want to see your dick slang

Dick Swang LowSelfiein oilon canvas.

I cry lyricsto rap songsI never wrote

teethall diamondsin your earsso I can lick you forever

You are standinglike other people are standing

disgusting

I thought to send youthe billfor this moment

I don’t want to be richin practicebut really I want to get rich

Infinite TrapI am so highI could eat a winter peach.

I got richer this morningvia e-mail.

Once you get basedyou no longer feel the need

to talk about it.I hold out my fingersand whisper

Kiss the ring.Kiss the ring.

Kiss the chain.Kiss the teeth.

Thank me.Thank me.

C o v e r b yL indsay Al l i son Ruof f

//B l u e P o e m s b yRobe r t Duncan G ra y

//Y e l l o w P o e m s b yJ u l i a n S m u g g l e z

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