deserve this
deserve me
deserve us
disservice to it all
drunk and fishing for some invisible handout
while it stood in front of you all along.
goodbye to the fuzz
hello claritas
down and dirt grieved
shoes soiled
friends passed over
due diligence and secretarial work
stay for awhile
and drink someone else's life.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
pills.
we could line the walls
with perfect paragraphs
still the exits
are best described;
manic regiments
and time continuum martyrs
in abraxas we are all in-tact
come on babe and crumble
in our canopy cascade
reading minds in my leisure lay
i could swallow pills
til im pushin daises
on a monday, monday
skirt in with your mother
coming down from the rafters
im the panic in your pageant praise
storming the pariah
meant to lead in with dis-taste
all the mockery you set aside
come on babe and crumble
in our canopy cascade
reading minds in my leisure lay
i could swallow pills
til im pushin daises
on a monday, monday
come on see me darling
i'm a mess in a party dress
im addressed to your stark ends
i could swallow pills til
the morning after
or next.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
squints & countenances
she sleeps in til noon
devoid of harnesses of human sheathes
smokes her cigarettes
in her leisure
shuffles her fingers
muses on memories
makes new arguments
shields old harborings
she's an indie queen
former limelight tween
sold her lungs and student loans
for lives singular and wholly in betterment
life on a string, slowly threading the needlepoint
catching twinkles, exploiting stars
staying up late
shelving scars
pretty and accurate
pretty insanely practical
storming the pan-am
starlets and figures of pandemonium
cash in hand
guard down
meddle with these kids
sore and run up the tallies
dirty messed up conversations, from previous
wavering over the complexities
of linear and unhinged family ties
it doesn't have to be so much of a car crash
mending spoons
digging out the hearts
wondering whose cold you've got
holding onto fingertips
of a stranger you wish
would just leave it be
and keep sake
only stolen time
in exchange for this one last lie.
devoid of harnesses of human sheathes
smokes her cigarettes
in her leisure
shuffles her fingers
muses on memories
makes new arguments
shields old harborings
she's an indie queen
former limelight tween
sold her lungs and student loans
for lives singular and wholly in betterment
life on a string, slowly threading the needlepoint
catching twinkles, exploiting stars
staying up late
shelving scars
pretty and accurate
pretty insanely practical
storming the pan-am
starlets and figures of pandemonium
cash in hand
guard down
meddle with these kids
sore and run up the tallies
dirty messed up conversations, from previous
wavering over the complexities
of linear and unhinged family ties
it doesn't have to be so much of a car crash
mending spoons
digging out the hearts
wondering whose cold you've got
holding onto fingertips
of a stranger you wish
would just leave it be
and keep sake
only stolen time
in exchange for this one last lie.
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