CHUNKY LORD.

BY "DIOGENES"

FIRST BORN OF DJULLGADOTTIR

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CHUNKY LORD.

BY DIOGENES

lord have mercy, 

breath in 

breath out 

clouds have mercy, 

birds in spain speak spanish? 

fuck you in spanish is still

'fuck you' 

birds in spanish flip each other

'the bird'? they invented the bird

it's literally, a fucking bird.

birds fucking. bird porn. 

birds watching tv. birdwatching tv. 

bird. 

fucking. 

birds invented techno.

you never see birds fucking

birds invented techno while fucking

you never, ever see it

black ops program

black ops 'pharoahs'

underground music

literally, under the ground. 

you know what's under ground"

dead bodies. 

dig up, dig em up, up up up 

Diogenes barefoot in the snow

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one-eyed sparrow

(these are all bird poems) 

by diogenes 

careful how you go

black and white stones "go" operator,

'go go go!' 

kevin kline, "Dave"

careful who's eating oreos in the white house. ice cream head. bath tub nose. 

yeah this guy came over and 'fixed my plumbing', she said, twirling her hair. 

we call him a 'beef cake', big side of beef. 

watch out for rats in the borrowed TV frame which is sprouting octopus tentacles which have small TV's in their suction cups. 

dip them in peanut butter sauce. 

octopus wearing a peanut butter kimono. octopus borrowing from the bank, are the bankers going down underwater to get the loan repaid? 

telemarketers, tele-dancing, 

escape from this horrid matrix through poetic sluices. 

diogenes. 

drawing in crayon what would of been oil paint, if we could 'afford it', the pharoahs have spent their money on

-black clothes

-handmade boots from japan 

-travel expenses 

you can't stop a traveler. 

they vanish 

life is final fantasy, if you allow 

shapes 

(phallic shapes)

to sump o'er the solar cosmic. 

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ode to chocolate

by diogenes 

first among the stone throwers 

chaos in the stoned world 

she wore yeezys in her skyscraper office, hot yellow yeezy 700

SHE [

HER PUSSY ]

WANTS BLOOD

FROM A STONE.

you can't eat gravel, stones, blood, 

she is "in error" where facts are concerned. 

a lady does ikebana expecting 

a rainforest 

female dog, you're on acid. 

female dog, you're trippin'

female dog, come closer

let me feed you chocolate, which 

you know is bad for you

your high tower is sitting on a foundation of mozzarella cheese

and the tomato

oh, the tomato

is surely coming. 

—®GreyPHAROAHS