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Crackling like lightning the scent of rainy sundays and sweaty youth enters my lungs like undesired medication
foot steps and introduction of generations and blood lines fills my head like crazy family stories
This time of night reminds me of you
I walked past the french bistro and absorbed young skins and loud jazz rumbling like a giants soulful baby
I watched day turn to night and rain drizzle upon this illuminated darkness of melodies and heart grabbing stares
Paranoia captured my follicles
and I swear that man on the train with poka dots and stripped hands
looks like you
I walked past the french bistro as my hair began to gather the memories of the year
and the world seemed to mirror my thoughts
this time of year reminds me of you
I remind me of you
I keep waiting for a newness to enter my heart
so Im not chained to my love for you
I forgot all our times together
because they remind me of wine dipped, swollen, broken hearts of mine
wanting to grow and develope more then ever I only revert back to ghosts of reality
The bone marrow inside of me was stolen by santa
and each joint of my body has gained such a heaviness
its hard to get up
from pillows of dusty broken skin cells
Shoulder whipped and ankles cold lonesome electricity
pipping in darkened roofs
hooved horses bellowing
below
me
whispers of cloud catching voices that aren’t you
and hands that roughen me
toughen me
lost to the shell of you
lost to the sparked foutainhead that spouts your
linguistic melodies in my head like torterous
hellish
key board clicking
ticking me away from existence
jumbled in condenced barren faces
desolate land erupt me
oh places places places
that feed me into monstreous children
forsaken
silly folly I forbid you to drink me dry
darken me so
leave me lonesome
take me holy
Thought I heard you whisper but it was only the mosquito sucking my rotting blood
This part of me reminds me of you
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Awoken by sudden flashes of painted bricks slipping into my skin
I hid inside the newly bare nail beds
chewing on carbon copies of myself
my teeth clicked
scrubbing the rythm and blues desk
iron blood
and pipping hot yearning
blistering essence corrupting hard structured cores
fallen by melted desert
clinging like sizzling frying pans
I collapsed into tearful sheets and darkened plastic bags
that carried soley ripping ribbon
ripping ripping
tearing searching
hands clasped together
echoing like wooden side walks and sinful unconscious
I ripped my way to you
Awoken by the drone of thoughts
the pounding of conditioned objects
the buzzing of lustful mosquitos
I dreamt of dead mothers
cherry sweet lips
broken homes
and cutting hair (‘She broke your throne and she cut your hair’)
awoken by the brutal honesty of distant angelic tones
by the cool whip of digested experiences
and possible regurgitation of them
pushed and shoved
corrupted
abused
and broken
by bath tubs
sinking in awe of the purity found in nakedness
bareness of skin
and glistening brown thighs
I crouched in amenablness
yeilding to walls lost in water droplets
scorching sanity
leaked from creaking pipes
Scornful You are
full of scorn and scones
Sinful and depraved the backyard had no sun
spinning twirling I sat int the candlelit closet
broken and catergorized
as something unearthly
I awaited a misguided bus tour
and dirtied dresses
and bashful grins
bashfully you grinned
spitting spitting
dancing dancing
whispered in corse voices we spoke of the age of romantisism
dressed in corse skin you said
you can not undress your skin
caked in muddy love you whiserpered,
‘if you sit on the floor you’ll get dirty’
I spoke of my lifetime and you of yours
I bathed in milk last night
beside corcodile thumbs
and removed my hair like skin
against rubber texture and lascivious lips
(which seemed to only have significance because they belonged to you)
I croaked on about cleanliness
The world
the earth
the dirt
became winded
and the tippity tap of shoes became quite unbearable
the shiftiness of internalized relations became so apparent
many seemed to be alone
heaviness weighed down
upon youngsters
and the scent of ciggerettes was a force of beauty
and desginated generations
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Suckle upon my blood
The back of my head is hot like melting wax
Outside the wild animals roam
crouching puncing thrashing
Must we join them?
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