Humphrey BogartIn the pallor of the parlor- Latin poems on the wall. Dead words for thriving sentiments. The last of your last testaments.Humphrey Bogart
In the black backyard there is a murder of crows. One of them knows, maybe one of them knows.
In the glow of the morning, cracked obsessions Fester in the sink. Coffee cups and rusted cuff links And the jazzed clink-clink Of clandestine tears, and secret griefs. And shadowed, fostered, childish beliefs.
Our old home Is a floral nightmare, a paisley hellscape. We would all like to escape. But I am growing tired of th
Hedonism TodayI bought a car today. So Democritus and I, we screamed down the highway, All cubic zirconia grease-smudged rings, And hell-red lips on a wine-fed grin, And things, things, things.Hedonism Today
Next, I want wings. I am always moving (never running), To escape the furrowed brow FUCKIT moments, When shoulder satan says, nice shot, good try, Don’t cry, let’s have a drink.
It is such a pain to think. I schlep through the glitter sludge decadence. Post-coital cigarettes, pre-menstrual epithets, The cake mistakes, the YES word said, It all felt good at the
Symmetry, Truths“Symmetry, Truths”Symmetry, Truths
I have opened your chest
to examine your organs. Here
you breathed, here is the heart that
I heard, laying atop you, my ear
against your skin.
I had to know how you worked,
how close your ribs might be to each other,
the sound of the crack as I pried them away.
Last week I went through your closet
to examine your clothes, found that
SempiterneYou are like a bird that sits on my shoulder and pecks at my ear-- Right through my ear!-- right through my skull and into my mind, and you re-embroider yourself on my cortex, though I’ll pull out your stitches again and again You are like a bird… But, no, you are more. Birds sleep, too, and cannot pester your memory both night and day.Sempiterne
You are like a fallen fruit, that sits beneath the drooping tree and waits for winter-- Growing limp and sour and brown and wrinkled--
and turning into a sticky, messy mush at the touch of my fingers, though I s
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Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
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Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
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IF IT MADE SENSE I WOULDN'T SAY IT.
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~EmoMafia: JOIN IT. OR I'LL EAT YOUR SOUL!!! >D
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A good compromise leaves no one happy.
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IF IT MADE SENSE I WOULDN'T SAY IT.
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~EmoMafia: JOIN IT. OR I'LL EAT YOUR SOUL!!! >D
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A good compromise leaves no one happy.
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one for the money, two for the show.
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