Splitty


Haircut

a poem

I was wasted when I bought this nft
Caught tripping, bamboozled

I say “amaze balls” every time
My computer turns on

And gaze silently
At the glowing index

My heart is an empty hard drive
That just has one document thats a pdf when you open it just says “confuzzled” in comic sans

Forever ago, this nft meant something
To someone but

My virtual currency expired
And my hair cut is out of fashion

I need to get a fade or some shit
And a new computer chip

Bone Dry

a poem

Bone Dry

Child celebrities who aged well
The nuclear bomb of vagina
An elk in the cotton lounge
Begging for the crack pipe


I hang around your parents house
I remember when we got hot chocolate in the second grade
I remember the girls I fucked in Thailand
I made them wear a wig that looked like your hair


You were anemic
I liked Wong Kar Wai
We hated popcorn
And Mississippi blues


Now I think about world war 15
And thick Mexican women
I think about you and driving fast on a northwestern interstate
Alone at the wheel, our cat is scratching the window


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