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Poetry

Poetry

Poetry

Work in Progress* / Bits & Pieces. by Jet Le Parti

Words by

Jet Le Parti

11.10.2024

Work in Progress* / Bits & Pieces.


Baggage. From. Baghdad.
Hackney. Haggard. Hagrid. Grid 9. Grid Iron. Gridlock. Getting off. (online)
Off grid. On the grind. Online.*^
Pic stitch. Picnics. In a Posse. Of Pick Me’s & Piss offs.
Here to / Nit Pick at Reeses.
& I’m Taking (it all), Full tank, at a Pit stop. Plot twist. Don’t stop pop that.
Plot twist. Picture this.
A boy / whose body is bent & blitzed. /
(2) bits like a Picasso picture, (in cool) pix. Pictorial. Pit fall. Pit less. Piss & all.
Pit sick. All over a plot of land.
Made clear through a medium of bulldoze & ballistics.
Plot twist.
Switch shift. Switch Gears.
Stick Shift. Limp dick.
Only Lifted by a girl. Formerly veiled.
Under pay walls. & Parental Permissions.
& Censorship / Warning.
Paper Mario, (s)mashed and misted.
Spread across browsers.
Next to pornography.
Tissues & tits. Peaches & cream.
Dick pics. & MLB pitches.
& Half Baked in a cake of Bowser’s Bismuth
As I make a pitch deck /
for some (poor-ole-rich) fucker to get grifted.
Consisted, of an optics,
of Trinkets & Triscuits, traded over Tropics.
& -essentially de-risked, before governmental intervention...
& on my screen I watch a plot twist / unfold,
Between left Twix & right Twix.
Over various topics.
Consisted, of those who trade Trix 4 Kidpix.
In the Goodwill of constitutional rights.

Bits and pieces on my screen. Bits and pieces on my screen.
Beautiful. Views. Late nights.
These Boys & girls. I see them.
Look at you. (Girl),
Look at those lips.
Fully equipped with every tool in your tool kit,
to take your.. pick.
In all your privilege.
So god gifted.
For many the one that god gifted.
Here’s a tip. Don’t nitpick on advice in this life.
Just go along Swiftly.
You were made. Tailored for this.
Don’t hang down with these bitches.
Before hanging up your hat, trick.
Look at that boy, I see him.
Picked off. Before he reached first base.
Getting off (out). & going down (& out).
On god’s favorite hit list.
From this P.O.V,
I get to watch him like an alien.
As he receives an interdimensional treatment,
From & To God’s gifted,
Given from the land under God’s gifted -
Giving everything on the land of god’s Wishlist,
taken from the lands of god’s gifts.
As they are..
So gracefully given..
A water board, & a wash,
like an ant on a sink.
In the hands of a teen.
(In the peak of the angst)
As he disappears..
In the grains of my screen.
Only for a frame,
I got a glimpse of his look.

Damn he was so handsome.
Framed & famed, cheated out of his 15.
by/&/for a Fortune 500. (& 401k.)
All Foreign exchange.
& for an exchange.
72 on the dollar. While I drive along on the I-85.
Under the anthem, aborted.
Only 13+ -18 late.
Now he sits still in class, under my glass, within casket,
Far too young. Couldn’t live his dream.
Just to pump my gas.
By any means necessary.

All due of being born to the wrong team.
Even if he’s at home,
Amongst the visitors. (At least he’s a seasonal favorite).
Bits and pieces on my screen. Bits and pieces on my screen.
Tell me what to think. Tell me what to think.
His life left & my phone died.
What a shame.
To be a mother. Of a man. Of this time.
Weather or not. Climate &/or change.
It may be hot in the desert,
Where the boys & girls go on.
Blistered & chapped lips.
Shrapnel & chopped up.
To scraps & ships.
To Rubble in/& bricks.
Judged from above, & all throughout Hell’s Kitchen.
By the sharpest minds in the world.
Over chit chats & Chex mix.
& all their scripts.
For beating Tics & tacks.
Forex, tax & tips.
& a knack For.. blowing up bubbles

& back door Exits.
Over the course of breakfast
& texts to their various partners...
sitting on the dock of the bay..

But as I sip on my blizzard, & chatter in chattel.
Smell of Chanel. & honey bees on my chapstick.
I feel so cool.
May have to take a picture.

Bits and pieces on my screen. Bits and pieces on my screen.
Tell me what to drink. Tell me what to drink.
Sundays & Hail Marys.
Bloody stakes & eggs runny.
Serving time & face with,
A mens & ex Mens, & con mens. And independent Womens.
All snapping necks. & Catching a pass & a drag. On a fast break.
& as I ..sit here in Soho within a pedigree of privilege & Pinterest
& varying threads.
dissected / of reel interests & circumstantial intent.
Tinted & shaded, in denim & (DemnA?*), Eating Dim sum, & totally thin.
Covered in bodies of texts, & /of Addendums & amendments.
Under the influence of all of them sums..
Serving face.
& totally thin.
Not trying to infringe.
With(in) all my dimwit.

Black sheep. Pinned in.
Something that I penned down.
To someone listening to my piss off.
Looking a little pissed off.
With all of them..
Just trying not to infringe..
With all my dimwit.

& I feel so cool.
& oh so gifted.
You would too.
If you saw the world.
From this position,
in the left field.
Dispatched & distanced,
Fully disconnected,
from all my service.
& no longer taking the piss.

Work in Progress* / Bits & Pieces. by Jet Le Parti

Words by

Jet Le Parti

11.10.2024

Work in Progress* / Bits & Pieces. by Jet Le Parti

Words by

Jet Le Parti

11.10.2024

Work in Progress* / Bits & Pieces. by Jet Le Parti

Words by

Jet Le Parti

11.10.2024
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Work in Progress* / Bits & Pieces.


Baggage. From. Baghdad.
Hackney. Haggard. Hagrid. Grid 9. Grid Iron. Gridlock. Getting off. (online)
Off grid. On the grind. Online.*^
Pic stitch. Picnics. In a Posse. Of Pick Me’s & Piss offs.
Here to / Nit Pick at Reeses.
& I’m Taking (it all), Full tank, at a Pit stop. Plot twist. Don’t stop pop that.
Plot twist. Picture this.
A boy / whose body is bent & blitzed. /
(2) bits like a Picasso picture, (in cool) pix. Pictorial. Pit fall. Pit less. Piss & all.
Pit sick. All over a plot of land.
Made clear through a medium of bulldoze & ballistics.
Plot twist.
Switch shift. Switch Gears.
Stick Shift. Limp dick.
Only Lifted by a girl. Formerly veiled.
Under pay walls. & Parental Permissions.
& Censorship / Warning.
Paper Mario, (s)mashed and misted.
Spread across browsers.
Next to pornography.
Tissues & tits. Peaches & cream.
Dick pics. & MLB pitches.
& Half Baked in a cake of Bowser’s Bismuth
As I make a pitch deck /
for some (poor-ole-rich) fucker to get grifted.
Consisted, of an optics,
of Trinkets & Triscuits, traded over Tropics.
& -essentially de-risked, before governmental intervention...
& on my screen I watch a plot twist / unfold,
Between left Twix & right Twix.
Over various topics.
Consisted, of those who trade Trix 4 Kidpix.
In the Goodwill of constitutional rights.

Bits and pieces on my screen. Bits and pieces on my screen.
Beautiful. Views. Late nights.
These Boys & girls. I see them.
Look at you. (Girl),
Look at those lips.
Fully equipped with every tool in your tool kit,
to take your.. pick.
In all your privilege.
So god gifted.
For many the one that god gifted.
Here’s a tip. Don’t nitpick on advice in this life.
Just go along Swiftly.
You were made. Tailored for this.
Don’t hang down with these bitches.
Before hanging up your hat, trick.
Look at that boy, I see him.
Picked off. Before he reached first base.
Getting off (out). & going down (& out).
On god’s favorite hit list.
From this P.O.V,
I get to watch him like an alien.
As he receives an interdimensional treatment,
From & To God’s gifted,
Given from the land under God’s gifted -
Giving everything on the land of god’s Wishlist,
taken from the lands of god’s gifts.
As they are..
So gracefully given..
A water board, & a wash,
like an ant on a sink.
In the hands of a teen.
(In the peak of the angst)
As he disappears..
In the grains of my screen.
Only for a frame,
I got a glimpse of his look.

Damn he was so handsome.
Framed & famed, cheated out of his 15.
by/&/for a Fortune 500. (& 401k.)
All Foreign exchange.
& for an exchange.
72 on the dollar. While I drive along on the I-85.
Under the anthem, aborted.
Only 13+ -18 late.
Now he sits still in class, under my glass, within casket,
Far too young. Couldn’t live his dream.
Just to pump my gas.
By any means necessary.

All due of being born to the wrong team.
Even if he’s at home,
Amongst the visitors. (At least he’s a seasonal favorite).
Bits and pieces on my screen. Bits and pieces on my screen.
Tell me what to think. Tell me what to think.
His life left & my phone died.
What a shame.
To be a mother. Of a man. Of this time.
Weather or not. Climate &/or change.
It may be hot in the desert,
Where the boys & girls go on.
Blistered & chapped lips.
Shrapnel & chopped up.
To scraps & ships.
To Rubble in/& bricks.
Judged from above, & all throughout Hell’s Kitchen.
By the sharpest minds in the world.
Over chit chats & Chex mix.
& all their scripts.
For beating Tics & tacks.
Forex, tax & tips.
& a knack For.. blowing up bubbles

& back door Exits.
Over the course of breakfast
& texts to their various partners...
sitting on the dock of the bay..

But as I sip on my blizzard, & chatter in chattel.
Smell of Chanel. & honey bees on my chapstick.
I feel so cool.
May have to take a picture.

Bits and pieces on my screen. Bits and pieces on my screen.
Tell me what to drink. Tell me what to drink.
Sundays & Hail Marys.
Bloody stakes & eggs runny.
Serving time & face with,
A mens & ex Mens, & con mens. And independent Womens.
All snapping necks. & Catching a pass & a drag. On a fast break.
& as I ..sit here in Soho within a pedigree of privilege & Pinterest
& varying threads.
dissected / of reel interests & circumstantial intent.
Tinted & shaded, in denim & (DemnA?*), Eating Dim sum, & totally thin.
Covered in bodies of texts, & /of Addendums & amendments.
Under the influence of all of them sums..
Serving face.
& totally thin.
Not trying to infringe.
With(in) all my dimwit.

Black sheep. Pinned in.
Something that I penned down.
To someone listening to my piss off.
Looking a little pissed off.
With all of them..
Just trying not to infringe..
With all my dimwit.

& I feel so cool.
& oh so gifted.
You would too.
If you saw the world.
From this position,
in the left field.
Dispatched & distanced,
Fully disconnected,
from all my service.
& no longer taking the piss.

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