I am not normal,
not here,
and
these werds,
however misspelled,
are blades
meant to be thrown
at the wide world.
as brown as leaves can get,
sleep is what you should.
so go
hickory and/or orange American
only because of the umbrellas
carrying
the vibrant mix.
just eat and repeat and watch TBS.
I wish my ankle
would just go the way of the buffalo.
there will be no more stories for your middle.
I like when you type my name
unto the internet.
be a piano, mon cher,
be the beautiful bastard autumn
and all the summers that it took.
I wish my middle name were Spectacular.
yes, it is just Marcel, for real.
and on that great note,
I am going to limp my way to the forest
for food.