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Poems About Nothing in Particular Now
Poems About Nothing in Particular Now
ABOUT
NOTHING IN
PARTICULAR
NOW
by c.w. cheng
it’s absolutely fucked
muscle confusion
bring it on, dickhead
kyc ltk mmm
wtf is this feeling
a light
maybe
andy bought a car
demon black hole
egg
dregs & 223
pissy
command, control, comfort, confusion
the great art debacle
jar based karate
i’m a pro
the plight of the bargain bin bandits
coold
dtf
demon bastard son
quepie kolly
bangs
radio silence
the end of thomas chan
partner
abject astrology
it’s absolutely fucked
come up, shut up and feel the noise box underneath your spine
pretend to die, then hide, hide your change in the glove box underneath the other, other
glove box
my heart is horny
what the fuck is this feeling?
“the only thing I developed during my teenage years is anxiety and depression.”
a light
maybe
just maybe
you can make this work
egg
pissy
you’re so lost,
maybe you can get pissy about this!
command, control, comfort, confusion
asshole
i’m a pro
thanks for all the handsome memories, from all the men around the town
enjoying the company of others, people holding hands and learning to loving and sharing
but do not ever shove.
i know it, i know it, i know it to be true and truly truer than the truest thing to trade
the truest true truest thing to take
the taoists have the skinheads, but i don’t want any skinheads
and the amish have their produce, but i’d rather be a pro skater, dude
i’m a pro, dude
in all ways
ghost the patio, roast beast, you hear what dark meat causes these days?
karate chops her way to victory, a stain of brown girl with redhead worship
calls the complexity of complex.com, a sin for all humanity during teatime
command but cannot control, nor congratulate as toll goes the bell and bush goes to hell,
a place on earth
say i, as i cough into my sleeve
fart jokes are what canadians are most, most known for
aren’t you proud of that?
you know i’m a man who can wonder in seventy-seven different colours
and you know what’s wrong with that?
hear the birds chirping above cupid’s meadow during the odd daylight hours
on a sunday, i go to church sometimes between work and play, times the five i pay
to renovate this homely junk-hole mess of a place, indecently hiding away, five dollars
they’d pay
seasons change,
he knows that, doesn’t he?
colder climates bring dryer air brings rawer noses
dtf
quepie kolly
bangs
radio silence
subway delays fuck me up sometimes because i can’t really handle the stress of being
around two minutes later than i had meticulously planned for
you see,
i had meticulously planned the beginning of this day when i had woken up cold and
clammy under the worn sheets of my twin bed
you know the little machine inside your skull that manages your consciousness and
perception and what not?
i feel like mine needs an oil change about right now,
i’m having this thought right now, but it’s probably long overdue
a hole ripped in the crotch area of my favourite pair of black pants about a week ago now,
and i’m a bit early to my appointment
so right now, i’m really not sure what my life is going to look like from this point onwards
sunlight has the surprisingly adverse effect of sucking my soul right out of my body
like, “there she goes!”
but it’s somehow cold, and if i believe hard enough i might be able to make my moustache
grow into that little area in the centre of my upper lip
where my moustache does not usually grow
“grow, motherfucker! just do it!”
i’ll ask,
“how are you doing, partner?”
abject astrology
astroworld? a phenomenal piece of psychedelic hip-hop, says he, the walking pabst
mouth agasp, set against dull browns and turpentine smells last cast in the late aughts
once autumn passed
amongst foul gas, the shell shocked egg is summer simulcast on the screens best last used
for porno praxis,