i don’t wanna be you
The inner monologue (contused)
of a one minute smartfood® puke.
Hefty slow—motioned tonal… dry.
Almost carried away at the last call.
The old couch slept for weeks
unable to move those chalk eyes.
Nothing like the spray cans on TV.
The billboards of LED dots twirl on
waiting for the next one to give—
Sidewind astray… fans chopping.
What a sad stock photo future.
Anonymous asked: I enjoy your poems / your blog in general :) I think you deserve more anon love <3 and none of that hate
hey cool thanks friend. much appreciated.
Wave off goodbyes with the slow breeze… huff entertained.
Annul every term switchin’ sides or trailing, but hold the expelled.
…pause… conduct the rest of the motions as planned.
Captivate and smile instead of cowering to replaceability——deal.
Out of phase? Leave’m breken to the chorus singing off the vines.
Let’em pull every bill in the mail. Let’em suck up to the anti-quack!
Carve ring roads and circles under their skins—roost in the slices,
And get going for the lemon squeeze: those parasitic acid leftovers.
Just keep in mind that stems still baking will leave you a bitter taste.
Don’t mind every stammering creak or secret—once is enough.
Be on top of the booked dial tone telephone beer can chimes, tho…
They’ll trip you up, and narrow every smile that binds that gold little lie.
It blows my mind that in this day and age people would consider the act of scrolling past content they’ve already seen once before to be a large enough burden and disruption in their lives that they deem it necessary to message the individual for imposing such a HEAVY ‘inconvenience’.
It’s absurd that anyone would even consider that ‘danieltoumine.tumblr.com’ would be about anything but me, Daniel Toumine… right? like what’d you expect? really?
People make insignificant posts on tumblr every day, every hour, every minute. You know why that’s okay? because that’s what this platform was made for. The inconvenience I’m causing is minimal compared to the many other issues people may face on a daily basis.
Next time you decide to write an anonymous complaint as pathetic as the one I just received go ahead and compare it side by side, word for word, next to this list of generic but seriously troubling list of issues some people out there might be facing:
-‘I don’t have enough to eat’
-‘I don’t have access to safe drinking water’
-‘I don’t know if I’ll have a safe place to stay tonight’
-‘i don’t want to scroll through tumblr this much… (oh wait…)’
If your complaint still seems valid after comparing it to the statements I’ve listed above then please do consider sending me that anon complaint—I would be more than happy to take it into consideration.
Oh and I apologize that this text post is taking up so much real estate on your dashboard.
Anonymous asked: you reblog fan posts multiple times? pls, stop wasting our time. ugh. narcissism.
The post is funny (making fun of me), and their tumblr gets exposure… what’s the issue here, exactly?
I apologize all of my FREE content isn’t entertaining enough for you. Relax.
Self-Confidence Forecast, 2014
iPhone App Screengrab
my submission to the jogging
All those rod iron mutters frying
indistinct, cut out, and mellow—
gnawing for a new chic—
cork pinned on gourmet shame…
Meet the new belle: net époque—
our tech meat chopped plastique
gilded in a whole new way…
of nothing lasts—it’s all the same.
Refreshing hits almost every day
bumping up against the racket:
That same old empty issue of
anesthetized aesthetic decay.
#tbt to that time I was at the Bay of Fundy’s Hopewell Rocks at low tide
Since it’s poetry month, maybe I should take a hiatus from writing poetry.
Maybe I’ll just dedicate that time to reading more of it instead.
foreign film recommendations?
I want to feel new—
Spinning on wheels
High and flowing.
Asleep when the mix
Becomes ‘too much’—
If any one’s still lucid,
Sound, or hopeful:
We’re shipping out…
And then onto bottled.
If you want midnight
Walk the prosecco—
It’s a perfect sorry.