January 2011
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While your body is ravaging itself like a lonely cannibal
I’ll headlock you out of love and hot sweat like regrettable sex
to calm those dead walls
with something soft
and not Biblical and loud
like with trumpets
and marching
but with mumbling
and holding.
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You’re a child
at the seat of a piano
eager to finger anything
trying to ear-out what sounds good and doesn’t.
playing to a sold out crowd of no one.
Pounding away
to a cold machine
of hammers
and wires
that’ll be wedlocked under your violence and lack of know-what
till it’s out of tune and ugly
and you’ll leave it at that.
The anti handy man
all...
December 2010
21 posts
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I’d fuck you stupid
so you’d never have the brains to leave.
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I feel like the Trojan Horse
after all the Greeks fell from its belly
leaving my spine feeling straight for the first time since I was born.
and even though I held onto all of your bored
and despair
and nightmares
I miss the hell out of all of you Greek gods.
You left me as a gift for the land
in Zeus’s blinds spot.
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I've let tomorrow become a good excuse for not...
-With Honor
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Tis the season.
When the only gift I get is coal
I’ll pass it on to my next loved one
letting her know under the right conditions
it could be something beautiful;
much like my savage fucks.
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And if this city was a women
I’d be claustrophobic inside her rib cage
feeling out the wish bones
looking for a heart
or something soft
to cushion my fall
after suicide attempts
and when I get to your neck of the woods
I’ll clear space to send fuel down to your belly
leaving spots for the clouds to kiss and cry over
when I’ve left you bare and unloved.
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The rain unearths all her roots
until she’s shallow enough
to start scratching at the surface
to remain solid
to remain deep
and buried
for safety
and stability.
But the eyes above her continue to down pour
until her claws slip
one by one until ten
and she falls
with no one around
to hear if she sounds.
-On writing about the tree outside and acting like she was a women.
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So don’t go wasting all your money
on a girl who doesn’t drink
her sober heart will always hate you
that kind of women doesn’t leave
-Damion Suomi
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How many gummy bears
does it take to take away
my tummy wummy wummy ache
or how my tootsie pop licks
does it take to get to the center of
all my problems.
Doctor come and diagnose me
my gummy worm bones ain’t holdin up
on this board game candy land
I need bones
and cars
and drugs
to drive
to break
to let go
I need first place
I need last dances
I need the whole board...
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Anger ain't a mood it's a god damn way of life.
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There was a meteor shower tonight
but I spent it indoors
watching you walk
wall to wall
forward and back
picking up debris
of love worn straps
and push ups
that I had no part in
loving.
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Fell asleep on a bed that wasn’t mine
woke up with a fallen star across from me
all two front teeth of her.
3.
The last thing I fingered was a typewriter
and the end results of that...
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1. Standing behind the worlds shortest wide person ever, choking on punk girls dead perfume, sucking in the room like a lung all curled up into itself.
2.Bored. Rooms are too hot, too full of sweat and perfume. Too choked up in girls under miles of leggings, to dressed up with to little space to go.
I’m just walking aroung around, waiting for people to pull me off the street; I was going to go...
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I am a construction worker
willing to go down on any - body
with enough damage
that can still hold beautifully.
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Every move I make is a rain dance.
I can feel the war paint in my bones
Rusting away in the fastest parts of my blood stream
looking for larger bodies of water to die in.
I swear I am a rain dancer
with all these rain checks I bring in.
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I’m not a puzzle piece anymore.
I don’t remember how to lay down with someone else comfortably
or hold hands and walk with someone at the same time.
It feels good to be whole.
It feels good to have holes.