Justin Tallman Poems

Mista Dontplay
Don't play no games

If bullshit stains
don't look up his name
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They say
she's jumped ship
to swim in the ocean
to be baptized with truth
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Breathe in
and exhale
into a moment
which summons condoms
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Dancing on the stars
your feet
losing thought of the ground
tiptoeing in the dark abyss
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headphones
volume on high
eyes closed
from the staring gavel
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The breaking of bottles
liquid splashes and drips
dropping like low volume bombs
the after math of violence
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Every shots a shot
you either miss your head
hit the target
or the coin is tails
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My eyes are plastered on
plastic screens
LCD piercing Iris
winking hello to London
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Blue eyes stay with you
like a madness you can't
think your way out of
broken and longing
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the wind blows
whispering directions
commonly given to a fool
with disagreement the trees
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