J.R. Kelly

Buddy Holly on vinyl.
The thoughts don't want to come like they should.
He wants to hear my words
like liquid seeping out my mouth.
...

Lips quiver, eyes disintegrate into the dusk.
Dagger sinks into your throat,
skin breaks,
head collapses,
...

Bushel of fur
pokes out of skull,
curves below,
seeking flesh.
...

Mother,
feed me your adoration.

Mother,
my individuality
stealthily sneaks away.
...

Hormone-induced abnormalities,
blocking off my appetite,
passing by precious time.
I shall decide for myself
...

I guided her through my past.
I introduced her to my twisted,
hidden disposition.
She wouldn't dare shake its hand
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I shall curl my limbs
into a tightened sphere.
My legs will condense my body
into an insect
...

Lethargic brain,
intermittent refrain.

Every spoken realization
...

Gothic rockers wailing
on screeching stringed instruments.
Boisterous vocal chords resonating
out of crackled speakers.
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Tea sipping,
sunny lounging
by the fountain.
...

A dog fight
igniting the flames,
like a mature act of
hierarchy.
...

Pill popper
can't tell the difference between
euphoria and nausea.
A forced distortion of
...

Charles Bukowski,
master of cynicism,
wrote to speak out against
the evils within his city
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Arachnophobia
of an odd sort,
chewing my cheeks,
sucking my sullen veins.
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I'll keep on falling and falling

I promise you
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