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The Scars On Your Arms

I found you in my peripheral the other day
Thought I had scrubbed you out, but i was wrong
And I hear that I'm off your radar but I can't believe that
Or I won't believe that

Cause you were like a drug dealer
Dealing listening ears and crying shoulders
Dealing blood and tears and sly winks
But you never shoot your own junk
Just made sure we were all buying

And now I still can't drive by 12th and D
Without trying to remember
Who got cuffed to the porch rail
Cause they were getting outta hand
Or that night you pointed your claw at me
And marked me for your own

You'd always tell me that I knew why
I knew the reason didn't I
Abd I was too scared to tell you no
No, sorry, man, I didn't know
Still don't

But I still can't drive past Java Jazz
Or where it used it be
Without seeing you rock out to The Sickness for the thousandth time

When everybody else got clean of you, I was the one who still had the shakes
It took six people to talk me down
Open my eyes
It took bolt cutters to sever those strings

And now I'm standing by myself, bleeding into this wine glass for no real reason
Guess I'll put on a band aid and start walking
Might as well put down the blades and start walking
That's all I've ever known how to do
Just sew it up and move on

But I think you know why I still can't walk the railroad tracks without casting glances to my back
To see if you're still there

You're not
But you knew that

Maybe we'll see face to face again sine day, 
But we'll sure never bleed vein to vein again someday
And I think you know why

And maybe someday I'll walk down 14th without looking up to the balcony reminding myself that time-turners aren't real

I guess I still hold on because I know that when I finally let it go, it'll be gone

And all the time I spent working my way to your right hand will have been a waste

but even if I can't abide the vampiric twinkle in your eye I know that somehow I'm still under your skin
In your veins

I know that our book is still open like a wound
Like the scars on your arm
And before I slap on the band aid and walk away I guess I just need to say
That I'll never walk down the railroad tracks again without tossing a glance over my shoulder

Wishing you were still there

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The Prince

So rarely sweet, he strokes my cheek
 How was it, puppet? He whispers
Exquisite, say I, and he twinkles his eye
And bends to softly kiss her

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Pearl

Racing chasing free replacing 
mental haze and thought erasing 

nothing real and nothing free – reality keeps haunting me –
 can I fix or can I flee – crazy crazy let me be – 
schizo psycho freak and wacko – one by one they’re falling backo – 

one face two face three face four – me and Kate and Jake and more –
 can I write free can I write fast, can I be sure my words will last

  No pen in hand, no end in sight, 
fight like a fish, scream like a blight, 
words and words and words unspoken 
silent aching shatter broken, 
spew the words all out on paper, cobble coherence from manic behavior – 

words and words and words unbroken 
streaming forth and slurred not spoken –
 desperation panic tension up and down and did I mention 
I found a pearl that glowed like coal 
and warmed me up and filled my soul, 
I kept it tight against my breast, 
I kept it at its own behest, 

and I will keep it here for good
 just let this love be understood – 
I’ll not pursue but always love, I’ll be apart, I’ll be above
 but closely in my breast you curl,
 my treasure angel little pearl –

 now leave me alone and let me write, 
let me scream and let me fight
 and I promise I’ll remain

 perfectly

 honestly
 
really

 sane

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Pink

Wander
Falter
Ponder
Endless steps down endless corridors 
Dragging heavy slimy soul behind
Through dust & rock & mud

Swampy mossy tangled soul
Full of reptile teeth & corpses of flamingos
Glossy rosy feathers float to the surface
& all they can see
& all they can say is
OOOH 
what a lovely shade of pink

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Not Howl

There was once a mournful poet who lamented the madness plaguing his generation
Infecting his whole world
In a time when "going viral" meant something altogether different

Hey ginsberg how about I do you one better
The best minds of my generation have been destroyed by complacency

Fattened, lethargic, arrogant

Madness would be a blessing to us
It would mean that we gave a shit

But we've forgotten you, Allen
I'm sorry to say it
Kerouac went to Hollywood
Frozen in the Stone of KStew's face
Burroughs is lost to us
When we say his name, the frightful echo: "Who?"

How could we have done it? 
How can we look ourselves in the eye? 
We don't know how to Howl
We'll never serve up a Naked Lunch
Or run free On the Road

No. 
Now we hide faceless behind digitized hatred
Fattening up on our own opinions
Leading armchair revolutions

Now we're Anonymous
Because our names mean nothing
And our faces are all the same

We fight fire with wet noodles
Or we don't fight at all

The best minds of my generation are stewed in the juices of apathy

I'm with you in Rockland, old Allen
I just wish you were still here with us

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Universe

Universe
Huge, expansive
Incomprehensible 
Limitless

Am I not the same? 
Small I am
Insignificant
But
Is there not a universe in me? 
Where is the limit of my mind? 
What is the boundary of imagination? 

I am an internal universe
Galaxies of thoughts spiral in me
Solar systems of ideas
Revolving around
Individual passions
Nebulae of epiphanies

Manic supernovae 
Collapse
Into Black holes
Of despair
Formerly bright burning stars
Implode upon themselves
Until nothing could escape
Not even myself

I look upon the night sky and I marvel at myself
For being so very small
So incomprehensibly small
And yet
So expansive