Something's Missing
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Word's don't stay in my head for long
Facts are elusive to me.
All I remember is what I know,
Emotions and curves and ice cream
cones.
Delectable treats, but not what
is real,
Forcing myself to seek ruin and steal
Away from here, close to the ground,
I yearn to be, but never to be found.
The Idle People
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What did she say
I don't know he answered with
a mouth full of gauze
Her duck taped ears lead to
a silent reply
Waving her arms about, and
flailing her fingers in the wild
wind
It carries her away, but he
doesn't see through his black
coke bottle glasses
Whispering, silently and
soaring
Blimp Seeking Death
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Ugly girl with the hair color of the month
Wake up!!!
Want's to be the girl in the sparkle-y blue vest
(THIN)
All plump - they cook you for Thanksgiving.
They don't know you, and neither do you,
but they can't get you without probable cause.
I am death and the devil wants me.
The phone lays softly in its cradle
but when it rings it does not stop.
Flowing dementia, time means nothing but
plasma seeping in and out of the sponge.
Slam my hands on broken glass and feel
pleasure in my veins.
the blood trickles down my arms as I
hold them to the universe, and wait for Lucifer and
God.
The Drunk Virgin
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Mountain of slush, I sink to feel
a colossal shot of something sweet.
My eyes open I fall to the bottom
In a daze.
Absorb the liquid in my sockets
Blasphemous details linger in my head.
A spastic burst of the plague.
Inference from God - I rise like helium
back to the surface
A single pin prick and
I pop.