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Scummy Puddles

Beaten
Smashed
Kicked
And splashed
Out into the street
Like dirty bathwater

Nothing more than a filthy puddle
Rising over the curb
Flooding the sidewalk cracks
Eager for evaporation

Every hair
Is On end

Every pore
At attention

Yearning skin
Is stretching for a touch
That never existed
Pulled 
Like the blankets
Of children
Over worried heads
Attempting 
Their Satisfying seclusion

For when there is no direction
Passion is formless
And love loses shape

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Physical Addiction

My chest is raw and there are bite marks on my soul
My hands are curled and my overworked libido is dying

And I know

I’m at the place where sexual desire
Becomes physical addiction

The lack of
Your necessary breath
Is a suffocating effect

My blood is black
My lips are dry
My joints are locked
And my eyes are foggy


My body is rioting
Destructively searching
For hidden remnants
Of warm uncontained passion
That I’m withdrawing from

Love’s touch is absent
It’s friction fading

I will desert my body’s turmoil
I’ll return
When It enters you again

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Santeria Love Potion Number 9

after all those sleepless nights
i figured it out.
I'm not sick without you
I don't even miss you.
a piece of our sex is stuck in my sinuses;
like a virus is.

i can't remember how it felt to be inside you,
but i can taste it when i spit.
Your sweat a carnal vinaigrette,
lips  like mandarin oranges swimming in rose-water.
Soufflé sighs and martini moans.
 pallet full, stomach empty. 

Your face is a white blur, no black, maybe  grey
no
all these are too colorful.
You're a shapeless cloud of vapor
Refracting headlights on winding lonesome  roads in my mind.
Perfume.
Au' du recklessness, 
an earthy mix of lavender and salamander slime.
lakewater and sublime sing-alongs.
santeria love potion number 9.

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"no More" the Revolution of a Boarding School

I think they would agree
No shown sympathy
Destruction slips through bloody teeth
Holes where hearts are supposed to be
And I need to breath

But the hand is on my throat
Musical reservations of my real anger
Keep sanity’s cries heard
In hot ears

Control is lost
Black blood boils
In veins 
With every intention of emptying for this cause

My skull is leaking
Vapors of vicious retaliation
Marinating a training brain
Watering red eyes
Seeing similar atrocities


Don’t you believe
That even without a tail
A bee could sting
Even with out teeth
A dog would bite

3rd party chaos
Cowards cause
Will be stopped
By a body tired
A soul shaken
This occurrence 
Is your last attack on happiness
Bury your lies
Hide yourself
I’m not stable anymore

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The Deterioration of Distant Deities In a Vicious Solvent

What do you need?
Loneliness
Behind your heart’s curtain
Standing defiant
Kneeling slowly
Flowers of hope
We have sowed in flesh
Withering
Under narcissistic necessity
In An atmosphere 
Made for self protection
Clouds consisting of consciousness
Evaporating 
Lost like empathy

Apocalyptic accusations
Fingers of fate
pointed
Producing
Stressful souls
Sharp words
Rip and tear
All meaning
That lives
When your eyes open


Let me burrow 
To secrets
Held so close
Gasping for your breath
And dying for your life
Let me in

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Comforting Absence of Feeling

I admit,
Emotions were enlightened with your essence
But don't think i enjoy this edification for a second

Delightful numbing was my closest friend
long before you meandered in,
imitating innocence 
and self righteous regard
 
Oh Beautiful solitude
my first confidant, my first lover.
I still think about it when I’m with you
we got along better than you and I ever will

I, mean come on!
It was the last thing I had
I owned my self-destruction
Now it belongs to you

Because you fill me with
Consistent apologies
I ask forgiveness for my excitement, and pardon me for my smiles
And I’m sorry that I don’t know what your plan for me is
Self-doubt or self-awareness?

It’s Funny
you say you hate my narcissism
Yet engage me to ignore my instinctive personal hatred

Which had been held tightly 
Until you chiseled out a hole in my soul
Big enough to stick your flashlight in to explore
And syrupy useless feelings poured out
ruining my sunday clothes…

So now my emotions use their unfamiliar powers 
To make my eyes release the last liquid in my body
Into your hands
So you can lick up all of this salty anguish
And smirk with my pride stuck in your teeth

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Screeching Seagulls

The moon reflects in an oily city puddle.
Cigarette butts float on their back,
hold hands,
and look up at the stars.

I saw your eyes shining.
When a seagull screeched over the bay,
carrying a doomed crab,
like you carried away a piece of me.
A piece indistinguishable from innocence,
remarkably reminiscent of road trips and dark water skinny dipping.
Clothes lying on dry land like our worries,
as we waded in the willingness of wet ears.

When wind blew on bare flesh,
brittle bones froze.
Brittler than peanut candy,
and drenching in viscous reality
like a bull*****baklava,
baked over the flames of rome burning.

I can stare you in the eyes.
Strip naked  with the dissolving cigarette skeletons,
plunge into this shallow lake of spit, pollution, and bitter rain.
Become a ripple through this opalescent cesspool,
disrupt the yellow reflection of the full moon.
For I am more of a man than you knew,
and i can dry off in the air of a cold night.

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Hole To the Center of My World

I’ve dug a hole all the way to my inner-self
Beyond the sedimentary sentiment
Past the fossils of my past life
And I’ve finally broke through the hard layer of emotions

I’m sure the treasure I’m seeking is hiding in my sub-terranian subconscious
I just need to know where to look

But as my spirit rises and my journey’s boon glistens before me
An ungodly hand grabs the Golden idol and drags it
To the even deeper level of my mind cavern
The place where all the local tribes say the great beasts live
And the rope back to the surface falls
Slithers down next to my feet
And remains motionless like a child afraid of a beating
As if it knows what this means to me

I fall to the ground crushed
There’s enough food here to last me a while, I don’t know how much
I could stay right here and risk starvation
Possibly a team will rescue me

Do I continue?
The legend says that untold powers will be bestowed on the one who completes the quest
And finds the golden form of his body.
But the demons are also prophesized
Where death isn’t just painful but everlasting
Incarnate fear devours you for eons before the death you’ve fantasized finally arrives

Stuck in the dark
My eyes adjusting to the painful lack of light

I wish you were here with me
So we could intertwine to a higher level of harmony
And complete the quest together
One divine man and  goddess 
Opening our eyes to reality
Becoming the transcendental deities foretold by The Elders

Irony is what hurts the most
It’s a barbed blade
thrusted and twisted
Not into my body but into my presence


I haven’t completed my goal
I have achieved the opposite
I have earned living in fear of infinite pain and suffering
All while being in the vicinity of omnipotent potential

I cup my head in my hands
Scream at the nonexistent faces I see
Mocking me and pressuring me to see my faults and fall on my own climbing tool

I will continue in spite of them

I start to perceive the soothing decisiveness of it all 
Either I succeed or I drop short
But this adventure must have an end.

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Brilliant Blasphemy

Burnt like tongues,
in our steaming soup.
Now this taste,
is  of ashen anticipation.

The wasted walls of youth
decaying
In due damnation

the very writer of the law,
Indeed the first to break it.
Innocence like spiders,
distressed 
when webs were shaken.

ATHENA!
ATHENA!
stripped in naked virtue.
endless clout about you,
and a hollow soul before you.

Filled and then sucked dry,
your love like one would bar tend.
mixed and then poured out,
an oscillating option.

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Please Call Me Tomorrow

My numb pocket
Swallows a clutched fist
A crying infant to a mother’s arms
Are my sinking eyes rolling
From inside of my head
Onto my phone for comfort
Blinding blankness 
Slips into my quivering tear duct
Burrows into my wavering spirit
This Immediate reminder of distance
Deeply despised

Failing to cope
Last moments of this self-imposed incarceration
Extending vindictively
You’ve left
I’m lost
No notice 
Just torment on emerging identity
Filled with my first hopes
Your Saturday let me believe

Endless searching
No empathy
Love’s splinters
Stick to the walls of my mouth
Each breath heavy
On the blank screen
Of my miserable phone