#billsnaf

hi my travesty #mytravesty and @handheldrope 's billsnaf art 💕💕💕

eleanor roosevelt quarter for scale because he hypothetically could have met her

billsnaf - 1 (peck)

for ME

Tooth and nail are clean and shit Know you want to relax some He whines again: You do that all the damn time. Got a cot, new tarp, my stash and Music down there. Man sure can sing sold to play—he won’t regret it My family sent me candles Come and see me at my best He is joking: Is this guy bothering you? I picked dirt from my fingertips ‘Cuz I want knuckles on your tongue Scraping your teeth, dulling trimmed nails Seek me out quick after storms You know what the birds all say Don’t tease me: Get your sweet ass over here. Stay relentlessly breaking me As a tired animal curls On it’s mate so hungry and big

explication under the cut:

billsnaf triolet i (95 words) The part of you that still feels human, he Breaks off, holds up, and makes into his joke a little joke, that he puts into his locket, It makes him laugh, you make him laugh, yippee. The part of you that still feels human, he Pats like he lost you under a palm tree, Although it was a hole you had tumbled through, down his leg and out like a rocket. The part of you that still feels human, he Knew would turn up. His little man, little joke, and little penny in his pocket.

billsnaf triolet ii (51 words) Not the island you are on, On another, they got a battle god God of rivals’ blood and song. Not the island you are on. On all the others, they’re warm, fed, and strong, Strong as oxen, none a fraud. Not the island you are on. Fucking dumbass. Do your job.

billsnaf triolet iii (40 words) Taking from a living man, Pray you are the same. Be conniving, have a plan, Taking from a living man. Trade in smiles, never scam. You can trade him pain. Taking from a living man, There must be an exchange.

explication under the cut:

46 and 51 words respectively. decided to start my day with some warmups hahaha the prompt is My Poem by Joseph Fasano. theres a really sweet and sad and good one that you probably recognize. i tried not to think too hard about each line because i do think this form is best suited for not worrying about how its all gonna come together. im generally more "at war with the process" than trusting it.

Less useless Are his brothers, now—smartly Sleeping in To the sea He needs more of them—he screams As they use Less. Useless! All for truth they claim—youthful They all drive Heavy rain Bloodsucking mud spills—visits Steal his use.

the original poem was a haiku so i cant use it for my free verse homework...damn...anyway i wrote a billsnaf poem instead :DDD