Barlot ... Poems

Ah the moonlit melodies
And cliche connections of words
It's murder to think in such fancy ink
But never to record...
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I am matter
But I don't matter
Just use me up and go.
I'm happy to please
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I took a break from the slavery of words
But when I returned, I found my style was nothing as it had been before
'What could have changed? ' I asked in distress.
My best response proved to be of no aid-
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I was drinking my coffee in a resort area bathroom
When all of a sudden, something started to happen
The ceiling turned into an ocean of green
But the floor stayed the same as it had been
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Staring at the molecules floating past my eyes
And finding the appropriate species to categorize them
Just as real as the tangible-
A projection of mortality.
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Buy my body on eBay
And ship it in the same cardboard box I've been trapped...
Out of the womb and into captivity
Out of my mind and projecting onto me
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A stranger peeps over my shoulder
Trying to read something he'll not digest
The rest of society takes him under wing
So reading a thing like this is just optional
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The walls turned into hard drives of data
And green permeated my sight
If there wasn't intake that night
Then nothing would have been.
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I handed a cookie to a homeless man today
In a slurred speech he told me,
'God's got big plans for you.'
That might be true
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Practically a rapture seems to occur upon waking
Though steady and steady it keeps the beat
Faking it...faking a smile to sell
But tell me Mr. Professional–
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