J.R. Kelly Poems

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.
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Lips quiver, eyes disintegrate into the dusk.
Dagger sinks into your throat,
skin breaks,
head collapses,
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Bushel of fur
pokes out of skull,
curves below,
seeking flesh.
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Mother,
feed me your adoration.

Mother,
my individuality
stealthily sneaks away.
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Hormone-induced abnormalities,
blocking off my appetite,
passing by precious time.
I shall decide for myself
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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
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Lethargic brain,
intermittent refrain.

Every spoken realization
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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.
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