Audrie-Emma Bruce

Dumpster dancing darling, digging deeper dive, dapper daisies do disappear down dangerously dark divide, dim directions during daylight, demands drastic dreamwork doing, drunken dirty disdainful drifting distrust delight-diluting, damaged dazzling double dipped death, daughters denial direct disrespect, drained desires during difficult decisions, draw daily drastic dimension dissect, dolls dealing defenses, damsels damning dresses, drumming deep distresses, dazedly depress-ed, does deserve divinely different, darning dramatic decreased distance, done drilling deeper dungeons, determined destined developed diamonds, devices destroy dishonest detention, declared detective dispensing distinction, delicious delicacy distilling disease, deliberate delivery dissolves degrees, distributes debate disregarding doses, displays diaphragm daily deducing disclosures, discouraging discourse discovery doubt, discussing discrimination detailed did denounce, defy deficit, debris defecate, diffuse, detox, deface, delineate.

i spy a snowbird i spy a stage i spy a sled run that sparkles for days i spy a torso i spy a bush i spy snow that will turn into mush i spy a snowball with intrinsic will to be i spy a rainbow sky i spy lots of trees i spy i spy things that be i spy i spy i spy me!

YOU heard it first! Gleep glop and the flooptidoos (me n my frnds) are playing a Thanksgiving show in Asheville tomorrow night! I'll be doing some original songs too! YES!

Planting garlic with my friends!

rue be the nature of botany's dice, that ripens the naive tribe- wit static, ego ajar, a groggy gut seized by swine- anxious, the silk elixir foams, the mutants grace fostered a lie- a rival smog of zen did vow, the aid of queer to hide.

Your dumpster is my dinner party, your leftovers my feast, your toilet is my centerpiece with beauty from the beast, And when it's dumpster flower day, I'm dancing in the streets, I can give them all a home to hug them as they weep, to grieve the days they spent in fields, far away from home, where strangers fed them pesticides and told them how to grow, where someone else decided just what color they should be, to appeal unto themselves but people just like you and me, I could have been a wildflower, bending in the breeze, in the fall I'd start to dry my leaves and drop my seeds, and without all the chemicals, in winter I would freeze, imagine how my life would be if not I felt to please, I now am something that, I never knew I never wanted, fixed the proper way from every angle to be flaunted, and if I show a wilted side, then I am deemed unfit to buy, and so through no fault of my own, into dumpsters I am thrown, It is so hard to grow inside a dumpster, the dying is so slow, should off the painted path one wander, one only then could know, just where it is I ended up, and if they choose to pick me up and bring me into forests overgrown, my eyes could see a way of life outside of scenes foreshown, and now that I do see, somehow I've always known, the ways that I was taught to think would leave me all alone, Merely made a puzzle piece in gaudy greedy games, they cut my roots to make me clean, I never was the same, Something's cannot be sewn back in the earth with silver bindings, so for the rest I'll do my best at writing rhymes reminding, Should not it matter expectations brittle that will shatter, and I shall feel content, never mind how bent, never mind my scent, or that my last dollar was spent, And in all remaining hours, I am proud to be a dumpster flower. Photograph by: @clarke9719

I Spy

I walk the woods to sing, across the land that bring, brings and brought and brung, the song I sang and sung, for sprung the sprang that spring, a wild wondrous wing, who rocked the rangged ring, to the clanggy clungged cling, off the tung tang ting a ling, the gong gang grows a ging, the pung pong pangs a ping, with the bong bung banging bing, where the yung yong yangled ying, fly above the fangged fing, to chirp change up the ching, who hangs the hungged hing, my lungs long, listen to these lings.