Jacob Bryant Poems

She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
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Bones in the water and dust in my lungs
Absorbing archaic like a sponge
The ultimate way is the way you control
But can you stay if you detach your soul
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Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm
Sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home
Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm
Catastrophic, not again
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I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all the things I have to take
Jesus it never ends, it works it's way inside
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(God damn your righteous hand)

I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
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Burn the witches, burn the witches,
don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
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I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
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There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're going
Or which way the wind is blowing
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Give me the dust of my father
Stand on the face of the ancients
Bare all the secret flesh of time itself
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Pathetic (benign)
Accept it (undermined)
Your opinion (my justification)
Happy (safe)
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