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the only person you're killing
is yourself
when you're old

closed path

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bacta tank cashier sunk the crank quick lit it hit it to get inhibited
hidden blink wide way while this sideline remains lined leaded with edgy shrubbery
do you love me?
or should i say do your remains still have feelings for
this healing eel real not imaginary hard target heart earned artery
i see your cart's full of the bull feet the cul freep cur yelp yeah try it a creep on me
dare ya to try and heap it on accomodated
sweetheart of the song tra bong hung along grim at the grill
while from the picnic blanket vantage it appears you're stuck betwixt the tsongs

i saw the street turned into a small stripe on the striper's hip
i might just decide to take a detour on this road of life leading at best to a better death
i built a nest would you could you hydroplaning in the rain of intelligence
or at least into the brackish swamp where penguin rats breed stuffing up brain bilge pump pipe
pillage hump goods back in time once shun made with real village
hate round about came caused killing halibut no ifs ands or alegories
category 7b i'm afixed and transmogrified patience to wait for it
pay for you smile and while i expect nothing in return
it's not because we've set up some sort of section an erection
of complexity hexed grade double a made new demand an imaginary
hatchery of ideas destroyed in the brainstorm but not eliminated
just blown to somebody else's land but nobody lives there
hmmm...
'then it must be owned by god' you say to yourself
instead of simply admitting 'i'm not sure'
except the old text tells you otherwise while
seems someone else took it out of context already for you
to easily digest once your social feeding tube has been forcibly inserted
[choke]

wake up!!

'with poetry my mind i flex'
that's a quote look it up here's another one
bunt cake panhandling on the menu tonight will you order it?
from all my word talk you might think i work in the food industry
just hinder me by demanding a new brazilian wax sculpture must be created
using only simultanious corporal punishment fixins and hand puppet imagery
land savagery a cabbage beast i came twice in the back of the submarine
clubbing theme is as old as the baby seal in the sea
while they broke the seal rushed in and started clubbing all the wide eyed marines

careening off course i'm divorced from the notion of hoping for another one
but still keep the senses open and rev up the coping mechanism
lever advantage a heavy reverand heaving having heaven on the have you had it
how'd they do that? by that i mean how do you break the habbit?
land it right after observing it flip and spin like a spine beneath you
and be ok with the notion that you are suspended and really...unneeded
mundane greevige mixed in with sheepishness as the camshaft turns and crunks again
to lead a new spark toward your new found path of glory
treasure trail i think is what they called it back in the old country
can you again lead me by your soft hand through this tangled barnacle party
always asking me how many drinks do you want do we want that
where's their tech at on the map i kept should we bomb that let me hit that
i caress your neck with my lips purely as personal distraction
from destruction you eliminate all but a pretty prize for seduction & suction
yep we're friends and i hope it never ever ever ends it will
in the mean time i'll take two sips and please pass me the pills
[gulp]

wake up!! wake up!!

make it half

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back in it
embattled within shallows
surreal stole stallion
now hiding in the shadows
million pill strung
like fanciful curtains
drilled then hung
like sue aside shores

why do i fall in love with impossibility?

and gasp past first pitch sludged sap flacks retracted for entirely reenactment
garotte face pace ship passing offer spring cinched phase space
belaced listy make kiss kiss model in town temperamental old ear
hearing specks on the windows to my innards

is this another test?

captain answer

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capital glutonship
shape up nape alms alanon seed
sanded to promote growth

padded destroyer of hope
happening
elapse with a ring
of cap maluable clinch
what a conch

to pick on lip up lake street
suck up last lacluster
carbuncle allocated
hate to the had a hat
never it hash and shush
stash it in amnesty

you're a cam shaft
blistered by a nun
practically proud
aside it is the
price you pay
and the pain
you get
is a receipt
of failure

burnt by the darkness and stillness of indifference

i need

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i need
a pear to feed on
a chair to sit down
a stair to climb
a flair to bring me up
a lair to fall back in
a dare to get wild upon
a ware to trade up
a share to be with someone
a hair to split thoughts
a glare to get shot from
a tear to look through
a fair to celebrate
a bear to big hug
a swear to punctuate
a scare to salivate
a flare to singe me
a care to vascilate
a wear to cover me
a heir to pass it
a blare to wake up
a square to smoke up
a spare to tuck away
a mare to take me away

love

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love begins as a butterfly flitting inside your stomach sending wings up into the brain to interpret overload sensory input foot down loud love screams when you find it and goes running through woods chased by shadow known as lover who catches up with you and tumble down snap together as one while love is like a glove enraptured more than any blanket as discovery and feeling fuel love into a fire singed ever in bed peacefully dreaming of your love while she watches you sleeping turns her head turns light out and lilts two kisses to your cheek you resurface and smile hold her hand snuggle awhile as you rember what you learned of love and attachments as a baby her hair like mom's long black long ago with beautiful face then you drift back into space asleep now true love is an emptiness in form filling thrilling yet calm at every moment poems a travel cabin books read aloud wild eyes at the thought of both of us alone wordplay sexplay mindplay new adventures fantastical stories dominoes music and documentaries fine eating creating art in the lab lay me down next to the fire to retire and grow old together but spires start as a grain of sand in the oyster eye even when there's no reality or closure for the jealousy close the door but the frame has shifted asked for help me reach this chop the vegtables mind the violence made the bed laid in it layed baby cup smoking stared at black horse sculpture turquoise birthday greetings planted seedlings swapped diseases growing festering blessed now we discovered leasings vows believing too strong beliefs missing a benefit of doubt and now the shouting seething slamming knots deep in the gut badly in need of serious kneeding counciling therapy rules let's try some regulations advice talk through it agree to disagree get patience patients in the hospital of love living together sharing so much of eachother but tearing at the other now a tear drop staring blankly at the wall when you came home alone and noticed the fish for her was dead and the wind had knocked her plant to you off the sill cracked off the parts of building many segments in the game of love big giant bell had to be rung by both a failure of neither but a failure of what was built between parts rotted overtime but time had to be called before someone fell in the river once the water dried for the ropes now cutting letting the bridge drop into the darkness each of us wave goodbye across the gorge as the gap begins to widen and the map begins to crumble and your mind forgets then reassembles pieces of your past four years of journey as you bawl it out and out and out and out you shout you scream you beg you plead you plead for the hole in your heart to stop gushing all your blood out onto the floor into the cracks down onto the earth filling up every reality blood flows in the windows all over your naked body up into the sky fountain out into space everything you see you splash you swim you try attempt to tread thick red its red in endless red flailing slip under grasping slipping sinking deeper eyes closing open lungs closed burning furnace no more oxygen kicking lashing out at nothing as everything floods into your mind pounding at the lungs pounding pounding pounding until you burst inward and suck thick in blood drown yourself to death you flow relief begins to tremble as sadness starts to clear to part you feel a warm tone in the brain sort of singing backwards tunes sweetly and you realize that it's been blood all along and you can breathe it and at the bottom of this despondant ocean there are other creatures you didn't really notice before because love has a crazy way of blindness which binds us and seeks us in finding no matter where we are or what kind of mind is in us it seems to be a simultaneous blessing and curse of course now that i've been along the long journey back home now rested warm blankets quietly thinking by the fire i begin to prepare butterfly food to put in my stomach as i get set to set out on a now possible new adventure of love.