Adeline Morris

Yes, for tonight
I am a jazz cat.

Nothing complements this jam
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You're little melt-downs
rise upon us
so suddenly, abruptly.
Asthma medicine?
...

Dense, black tar has mended these streets.
Cracks will no longer be a troubled matter.
Repairing an inadequate dilemma
still remains a simple task.
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No, I am not
a feminist.
If I was,
do you honestly think
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The way she looks
at that dog
is breathtaking.
And the pride she
...

A stumble in my walk
transforming into
a stumble in my personal
state of being.
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It's almost as if
a white peacock
has spread her feathers
across our lawn.
...

On the free loose
trains will collide.
With the pillow's spring
eyes urge to fright.
...

Let me swing through
the fall the precedes.
Bring the rain and the gloom
to my feet.
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Something about
it being sung
an octave higher
is not giving
...

Jeff Mangum
has been known
by some
to sing like hell.
...

That purple silhouette
swirling throughout,
under the eyelids.
...

She would say
that I am dull,
unreliable,
and bring slow exhaustion
...

You're notorious
for welcoming happiness.

And you've just been caught
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Hands tremble, eyes wince,
all silently inflated with laughter.
Rosy, glowing cheeks
let loose from stress and sorrow.
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I'm so dried up today.
The files of my mind
have been crumbled up,
left on the floor for the dust to possess.
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Pretentious, hedonistic hopefuls,
think of what we would be
if you had it your way.
Unable to immerse ourselves
...

Scratch away all your fear,
melt to the floor where your stomach grows.
Bend into dreams so thin,
howl at the moon through the glass.
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When the lights flash through my eyes
you should be able to see the moisture trapped within.
You're so busy without me,
I'm so locked up, dreaming.
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Your eyes are glossing over now.

Four days; memories plowing into your cells.
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