January 2011
21 posts
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I am a God
with no one on their knees
to pray to me.
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Woke up sick and can’t breath, gonna die of too many boogers in my lungs and throat, what a suiting end.
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I’d call you a cunt, but you don’t have the depth or the warmth.
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Underneath this skin is a graveyard
for Hatchets
and seldom peace.
This is where I keep all of you,
Slow tomahawks
pushing away into razors
Opening up this chest plate.
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During the French Revolution amateur surgeons began wondering if decapitated heads retained any consciousness,
they pursued this curiosity by screaming at the heads right after they were severed to see if there was any response.
I hope when they uncover my fossils buried in my bed my bones reply back:
“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!”
or
“I’ll always miss her”
and...
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“There comes a time in every man’s life when he wakes up drunk on the toilet and begins to doubt the choices he has made. And when that time comes at least twice a day, every day, something needs to be done.”
-Apathy and Other Small Victories.
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“So you’re saying it was a poor business decision not to go to big fat Martha’s Funeral?”
“Frankly Shane? It was! And I don’t care what you say about—”
“That’s terrific, very humanitarian,” I said.
“—the team dynamic or me or anything else, there’s no reason to insult Matha. She’s dead.”
“I...
“And everyone drank too much coffee too, at the wrong times and for the wrong reasons. They drank it when they came in every morning to get going, and then again in the afternoon to keep going. they ran on caffeine fumes all day and never fucking got anywhere. Then they went home spent and empty and crashed in front of the TV every night and slept away the hours they still had for...
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I am a ghost ship.
Filling my wounds with whiskey
trying to drown.
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Life ain’t worth living if all that you want is a...
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My rib cage is up top a dandelion spine
waiting to blow apart under a fox’s breath
into a forest of her
just burying every hatchet
fucking wish bones.
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Every December 26th
the witch hunt ends
and all the severed
dried up
withered bodies
are brought out
from Christian homes
to the curb
haunting the streets
and plaguing every child’s window
scratching
leaving
gone.
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“Don’t ruin love
by wanting it so bad.”
– Derrick Brown
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My dick is a compass to girls in relationships.
True shit.
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My body is rustic
like New Orleans
after Poseidon swallowed it
and spit it back out
at the empty land.
I am tired
and waiting to sink
into the ocean
completely amazed
my heavy anchored spine
didn’t hold me under
Poseidon’s breath
long enough to be buried
in the gums of his sailor spitting tobacco mouth
like crude oil.
along with the rest of his curses.
My body is rustic
like New Orleans
after Poseidon swallowed it
and spit it back out
at the empty land.
I am tired
and waiting to sink
into the ocean
completely amazed
my heavy anchored spine
didn’t hold me under
Poseidon’s breath
long enough to be buried
in the gums of his sailor spitting tobacco mouth
like crude oil.
along with the rest of his curses.
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If I had your number
I would keep it at the ends of my fingers like I was E.T.
always remembering how to phone home
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If I had your number
I would keep it at the ends of my fingers like I was E.T.
always remembering how to phone home
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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 or loud
like trumpets
and marching
but with mumbling
and holding
saying things like
I don’t have to shower because you’re on your period you wild animal.