Wilkins Driver Poems

real tin deers pinch greusome town defects
yellow corridoors with picket signs waving
we are the killers who resign with technique
broomstick handles other ditch reflections
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hopeless intertwine of relay walks an interface of evermore
silly lions they feel obscure holding down the weak and poor
sinking itself into me more as it becomes part of him
till he throws it up in the day, when night comes he stays away
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of one and wonder
of time and departure
in themes of sallows eyes
a drift of sweat came along as the dew spoiled a flower
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well he looked around for a mirror
his expo told of a bleeding trolly
the cuts inside quotes succeed
in calling out a name to the frownen mans head
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as we fight to climb all the railroad signs
a beckoning reminder comes to join our favor
and relive the thing that i most preciously hold in for sacred skin
in the meantime i dont care
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for light is nearly modest i dont glow
for selflessness and emptyness i show none
of this parralel
this is a parralel inside my mind
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i got a visit from home and they asked how life has went and i replied
a smirk on their face the young boy ran away and cried
i was talking of a girl who stood on all fours and had yellow eyes
i told her of my dreams in the closest disease ive been through in past years
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i was born im told in the year after a war i cant see
my mom and dad seemed scared for me
but they've passed away with tugs of felting time
i miss them both but my sorrow isnt too heavy
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i was sitting with a drink in my hand
i was looking for something to eat
my head began to hurt and my nose tried to bleed
my neck fell back and the blood started seeping to my brain
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pull on my shirt
make me naked
the thread was leaking into your hand
but i resolved myself
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