Punk Prose
One, two, three, four
Fuck outlines Stuff your syntax Formats APA boxes Ellipsis Police Enforcement First Drafts Second Drafts Now I forgot what I was trying to say? BA BA BA BAMP Yeah Keep it linear Explain yourself like “your” and you’re are talking to a ten year old Competition Sociopaths are best Oh I stole your idea! ignoring your patent on that thought The one you made in a sterile lab Synthesis CHA CHA CHA CHA CHUNK I saw your baby today Horrorshow Is all I gots to say She was holding hands with Finnagan Wake Saying something about Finnegan’s Fate reading Kerouac’s Rules for Writing about scribbled notes Submission BLOW HRRONAOH deep Timing to the rhythm The Bird Baby Throw commas at the wall See what sticks Plaster Semi-Colon Swollen RARHTYFUL Up shit Make Seen Sound of Linguistics WAHHHCHT SCAT Punk prose credentials Close-pin Leather With Plugs in your ears Spontaneous In life it loves In love of life “Dumbsaint” Am I Crazy Hopeful “bottom of mind” Grasping Groping Universal “In tranced” or “Jewel centre” A fish A “Language Sea” Grammar THRUMPTHHHH Literary “tics” CLICK CLICK TICJ Fear Shame Plagiarism Dead thoughts on ghost shoulders Bardic necromancy Open slate Clean “Bookmovie” Stream of thought Crass Clash RAR Rocks Thrown at mirrors Human Without eyes Blind Blood drawn red Burrough’s Cut-Up Reading music.
*don’t fix your typos

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Hey, this feels less like reading and more like listening to an Ado song.It’s chaotic, but somehow it still feels alive.It’s like design before it gets cleaned up.I like how it breaks structure, yet still has this strange kind of flow.Maybe meaning isn’t something you organize, but something that seeps out.It’s messy and loud, but I really get it.