nobody has time for spell checks and editing

and if you do

I question your poetry.

 

If it doesn't explode off of your brain and imaginary tongue

like ballistic missiles aimed at all the soft parts

-the testicles, tits and clits of the people-

I don't read you and won't hear of you.

 

Wake up.

 

That's it,

wake up.

 

You're not dreaming and I'm not in here to be your friend

so wake up and get your shit together

there's no cuddly fuzzy bear with honey flowing out of his furry ass

coming to encourage you along your merry way

that bear will slap you in half and sit on your face for no reason:

slap, sit, dead.

 

Life happens in dead time

perception be damned

you are an exploded star and we are just watching from too far away to know the difference.