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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

yes, the holiday on earth includes free trips around the sun.

3.5.10

a -
a what?
a massacre of morals,
prefixes are arming our world
with pros and cons, benefit of the doubt
is that death is near; spelled out in numbers
the world is losing the nile river, the panama canal,
the beauty of the grand canyon is locking away the fears of
dictators of love and inventors of hate. they found us behind you.

e-
easy way out.
of nothing, this is
taking the e of of sex
and solving for x and finding s
and using it to spell shit and dividing by us
and equaling you and i am finding out that the letter
e is being taken out of love and we are left with lov and
i am using that e to add to to my double l, with an h because
this is just pure hell.

i-
i credit you
the benefit of
the doubt when i
tell you that cautious
has i o u. i owe you. and
what the hell do i owe you
besides a reminder of when i
bowled with your uvula, a catastrophic
event leading to the loss of the swish alps,
neutrality at its peak of disaster, the ozone layer
is writing an essay on the task of being god and i am
reading every line and soaking it in, because here i come this
is where dictatorship meets my name and your life breaks in half.

o-
oh crap.
i am the creation
of the dinosaurs and you
are the ice age, a meteorite of
the mind. prehistoric remains of emotions
are being dug up daily, paleontologists are dying
of your disease, oh please, oh please. save me from
the world you are creating around us. i love the letter o.
it can be found in you, separating y from u. why from you.
it keeps me pressing memories away from my mind, a plague
in reality. oh god if this is the end then i want to take the o and add it
to god and come up with good. oh please tell me that you remember that
love is two parts vowel, two parts consonant. equilibrium of a word, is so rare
in something so sacred that you are destroying the very existence of beauty itself.

u-
understand nothing.
not a god damn single thing.
underlying meanings are caressing
your every being and i think i am forgetting
your first name and last initial and this is where
we really lost it. a titanic of our organs, the heart is
leading in the collapse of the london bridge, you're a
dictator of the bill of rights, though there is no denying me
the right to bury you behind the house, a hundred feet under.

and sometimes y-
why the hell. do you even exist.
why do we even care. why the hell.
are all my questions, rhetorical disasters.
why did we drill you up for the world to see,
and why am i still writing words that revolve around
you.

if i say that i don't think i'm pretty, i'm looking for attention, and if i say yes, i'm a vain bitch. it's such a double standard in society; we tell girls that they should be confident and feel beautiful all the time, but then we tear down girls who are confident, out of jealousy and hate. i really don't get it.