Drip,
Drip,
The dull drool
That drowns out the day;
...
If I Was Born A Hundred Years Earlier
I’d have said things like, “No, I don’t have gas lighting,
What’s wrong with candles? ”
...
The sun ain’t up,
It shines pink and indigo;
It was red and orange
Just a half hour ago,
...
I wake up; drink a large cup of heartburn.
I scrape last night’s suicides from my teeth.
I put on my black fedora and turn
Out the door, wearing it like the night’s sheath.
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“Words” are the leaves that grow
From branches in the mind
And cover our thoughts with color,
And always fall... in time—
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Well I went a knocking,
Upon Hell’s door,
A voice from the other side said:
“Sorry, son—can’t take any more.”
...
I shot the doe eyed prom queen
right between the eyes, and
ate her
venison flesh.
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You need to know
Not my Father, and you
shouldn’t
Think about my Mom.
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Can I rent my days?
I’ll give ‘em back to you
Just as soon
As I am through,
...
caught me cheating,
having an affair
with the laptop.
I wrung her out,
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