Barlot ... Poems

Craving caffeine pills and coffee,
The room spins in circular motions.
The notion that this is normal...
Is seldom thought-
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It's like eating rack of lamb.
Or better yet honey baked ham.
You call yourself a vegetarian.
But your baby's back ribs are so American.
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She was young some days.
Like Mondays and Thursdays.
On other days she just had a deep throat.
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I can't bare the thought of his discussions
Wondering when he mentions me
Should hope be a thing with feathers-
If you're vegan, set it free.
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The repression placed upon me in such an institution
Is enough to drain all creative thought-
'Like dry rice in a colander',
Then I look at the rest of the world
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A Sauvignon excursion
A Cabernet-filled quest
The boat is now emerging
From its landlocked nest.
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My soles are exposed
And my toes are in action
The satisfaction of hitting the pills
Will be the end of my power...
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I think in rhymes
And the words just flow
I know I'll never break the safety cap
Lord knows the gap in my teeh
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For all it's worth
Your philosophies
And scars, incisions on your knees
Everything burned to a filthy crust
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The familiarity of the feeling burns deeper than the words
I feel absurd to have let myself be so ignorant...
So naive.
To believe that monogamy was mutual
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