i will not
write a poem today.
i am not into it.
i am bored to do it.
it feels like a chore.
my head is empty
and i have nothing to share.
maybe tomorrow
i will write one
but, sorry,
today there are
no new poems.

take your head but
take your razor
take your speed
tuck you in, kill the snitch
that electronic sound
drilling in my eye
take your head
but
tomorrow is dead
electronic
hope you divide the sign
of genius
coming to this universe
to clean the dark
from the rain
make the rain
electronic
take your head

flynn is in paraguay
i am in serbia
he caught me on facebook
asked if he should surprise
a girl in canada
by visiting her tomorrow
i said:
yes, make a video

polka makes a lot of sense
when it is than
mustard is eating my brain
so now what
pokemon rules and dogs
do not care if cats
combined with cars
can go the distance
however if you are ever around
make sure potatos
are rotten
when you enter the castle of evil
forget the color of your underwear
sun is green only
when jupiter is on purple ice
rats are in my ass
colors are running away
tomorrow