Burnt Chicken in order of appearance: #Cassiopeian | #Ink #Emoetry | #Humiliated #Vss365 | #Chaos

"Oldman Lighthouse" Near night now, sight sinking slow with our buddy sun. Sounds sloshing round, a cicada chirp here and there, hot night nearing dawn's yawn. There; by the shore. That grim him standing vigil over morning tide, his day lost so long ago. #emoetry | #grim

"Pineapples from Hawaii" long looted shore, plantations like kudzu cross the kingdom, still sold Dole's dross like that fruit ain't rot before it was thrown in with our lot. pineapples sold to whitewash robber baron's bloody campaign. #Vss365 | #Fruit

a #poem called "Moon in Sea by Plastic Beach" by NEMO

some Athenians

this is a poem called "see?" by NEMO

Temp going up #Vss365 | #Arrive

a poem called "we got us some a those too" by NEMO

chopped #Cassiopeian | #Wisdom

yeehaw poems 🌱@yeehawpoems.bsky.social · last wk.

Yay it's Wednesday! The theme for this week is .. #wisdom 🧋 #Cassiopeian is a #weekly #prompt for #poetry #photography #collage #art and #resistance Feel free to tag me so I don't miss your piece due to occasionally glitchy tags.

Yay it's Wednesday! The theme for this week is .. #wisdom 🧋 #Cassiopeian is a #weekly #prompt for #poetry #photography #collage #art and #resistance Feel free to tag me so I don't miss your piece due to occasionally glitchy tags.

"innumerable people" brought to heel, the coast we crest o'er. conquistador colonizing the collected mass, malignance our foundation in this sandcastle we call nation. there, where columbus told the land it was conquered, for he waved a flag and saw no opposition from our sand. #vss365 | #coast

"to a count of 4" warmonger wallowed for this fuck who cant even tuck in for his funeral, sleepy don can't do shit for you now huh? take heed, watch where his path leads. abandon ship, unshackle from the mast, cause i swear to god the best you'll get's a "deal;" is better than the noose no?

"Manner makys man;" hot molded dinobones, bonds brought to inelastic plastic. Little toy pots and pans to be organized by little hands. Absorbed in the ABS shining cross tiny utensilations. Manners to mold little Lobsters born in pots, bands all ready binding teeny hands. #Cassiopeian | #Organize

yeehaw poems 🌱@yeehawpoems.bsky.social · 2w ago

It's Wednesday my dudettes! The theme for this week is .. #organize ✨ #Cassiopeian is a #weekly #prompt for #poetry #photography #collage #art and #resistance Feel free to tag me so I don't miss your piece due to occasionally glitchy tags.

one day donnie will die, dogged by the depreciation he's developed over far too many days. and the men who made his malignance foundational to their fervor must be found for all these crimes the commit, clinging to a lying conservatism. hegseth and miller, bondi and blanche, gabbard and rubio too.

#poetry #resist the data centers creeping in what few crevices we've been able to keep. for what is there to dream when the machine has drank all our water and stolen all our clay?

seated un- sleepy on the heap. thin blanket under sound of teeth ground, gnashing into endless night. bite guard bit clean through, plastic lingering aortic any day now, moon meandering o'er summer sky, heat keeping me up atop the heap; days replaying between sockets, some sweet, some sheet.

"yeet!" Stones thrown with a raucous cheer from here to where ever they take the kids hucking bricks at icee fucking pigs.

see? i am of small accou nt.

"another callout" i've already missed the day the turtle died. let me at least know when to celebrate the basterds heart attack next year. cause i could 'nt shout from the rafters the hour that Mitch coughed his last. all cause the cunts want him to linger a little fucking longer. #poem

"call out" Brian Darling is a carpet bagging basterd. fucking massachusetts shit who called a dead woman's dying corpse a "great political issue" for the GOP then went to work for Heritage Foundation in 2000fucking5. and we're still dealing with the cunt. cesspool swimming leech lingering along.

"i was, and that is enough." faded foundations found under long settled soil, the stone settled into sediment, graffito gone beyond dust. ancient prose placed far beyond obscure, nobody's words scratched into sand: "i was, and that is enough." #Cassiopeian | #Obscure

sweet like candy, th e cloying clip of some one else's say ing.

if ya liked watching Cape Verde play, Shauna Barbosa's Cape Verdean Blues is great, especially her "Strology" poems. #poetry

"pork packing" conveyors clack a long, life lingering a little further than expected, a hiccup from the old age of the plant, them belt s don't whir like they did way back when, but the machinery is still plenty for stunning swine before they hear the whine of flesh to grind. #vss365 | #stunning

"wallow" near niche the ditch we trace, pretending that we see be yond the ratrace. candle burning far past its quick, wick a hallow tallow we ______ in. lacing fingers behind head, sick with the oil we toiled o'er, swallowing that little pride we had as the ratrace caught US again #poetry

"Cox" an abstention on reflection. no words to walk back, balking at the well stocked crock, an #apprehension toward anything that could dock your stock. can't be appr hensive tow ard the fascist turd. don't walk back, Attack! Attack! #vss365 |

Carry On #vss365 | #carrion TW: This one's graphic at the end.

City Living #poem #poetry #writesky #art