April 6, 2024
Poetry
ADOLES-NO-SENSE
Artwork by DALL·E
pheromonal? Zeusian grok: outa (I thought) lotta blue sky a lightning bolt surprises you distracts radar from what I had presumed an ability to navigate these worlds well not dependent on any [fe] male because had learned just how cope with nature but suddenly ex-bod sure changes fast as are Gerard’s new interests in our now way fairer sex at least so my consensus seemingly infinite voices in head try to convince me …+ if others must know one was odd god Drunk Loco Parentis I am 17 when sun of my life is born & the two of us (father Jeraldo + son) are now grown uppity ...all together also alone… ‘cause both his mother as well as dad died in a car crash.