Dan Walters

I’m always getting love drunk
Off silly girls’
Intoxicating fumes
My stomach can’t handle you
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Piles of trash line the halls
Some six feet tall
And still overflowing
With more garbage piled on top.
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Somewhere half way around the world
Someone is just as awake as I am
When they should be sleeping
They are thinking “Damn,
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Over the embankment
And though the ditch
Up to the porch, into your house
I tracked in all my sewage
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It’s either you crept
Or risked getting into a car wreck
So I go outside and get wind whipped
Against my face, then the frost bit
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We all give birth to who we are
And maybe if you allow yourself
To open wide enough
We might become whole
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Everyone comes up
With reasons why they want to die
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Nathan and I in a room of parasites
Listening to C-Minor
And the Seven Sisters walk out into the room
Where hope had gone, it must have been great
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And the saints came marching in
And right on they went
Down the street
Towards the black tees
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Listen to Berry to learn how to jive
You need to have had a job
To learn how to stand in line
You need to be desperate for someone to save your life
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The great Chicago Fire
Happened long before
Morrison started paying any attention
To the blood all in the streets of the city
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We go crazy, at some point
We must break down
This is both healthy and natural
Because we gather the pieces
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I have lost motivation to write
The words don't seem to come as easily
As they did once
Which were still simple and
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I wonder what it would be like
To stand at five yards distance
From a firing squad
Waiting to fill you up with bullets
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In the city
The skyscrapers stick out like ugly monuments
Or the rugged ground’s smooth middle finger
Saying “Aahaha, fooled all you! ”
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The vampire kids all turned each other to vampires
The zombie kids walk around depressed
While the vampire kids take their anger out on them
And each other
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You want someone to hear you
Run your mouth
No one wants to listen to a pathological liar
You talk loud
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It would be slantingly odd
To wake one afternoon
And not feel macabre
I’m not the slightest bit scared
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The sun rises to its watch tower
To beat down on us
Like the economy
Beats us down
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