Barlot ... Poems
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Rabies In My Palm
Ah the moonlit melodies
And cliche connections of words
It's murder to think in such fancy ink
But never to record...
So, I sailed all seven of the seas
And rolled my pants above my knees
If you please...I believe there's a term-
Pirate...(one day I'll learn) .
For now I am just wrinkling
The twinkling stars call my number
But the slumber of sleep keeps it's grasp on me.
The medication and swollen joints weigh down
The burden of gravity is unwillingly found.
Alas! One could only guess my words 'fore now
They all wonder how my eleventh finger ...
Learning To Walk
My essence is fading
Christianity's the bleach
The second I left Murder Beach...I knew it would happen
But it happened so fast-
Like everything else.
The phone seldom rings these days
As if I'm being punished for the things I can't control
Part of being your kid is being your scapegoat, I know
But this is too much-