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little drunk life
little too much too soon
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Clumsily clawing at white wallpaper,
to find a dark corner to put myself down-
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A tablespoon scuffs the floor
of the coffee cup my
by ColourBlind
18 lines, 3 comments,
on Sep 12 5:11 PM 2007
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shooting breeze in an alley
with a couple dalmations
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I wished my wooden arms would reach out and
grab the telephone.
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Utopian drama Queendom / asymmetric but dubiously stable, / diagnosed with a prognosis- / mitosis is the throne breaking, / shaking. / A kingdom unto myself, / my skin the moat through which / no thing
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the summer sun boils over / a burned broken sausage link sizzling / against the cast iron- / heavy old aroma barely floats, / barely contra
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the soundtrack of a blown oasis / jukebox boasts our woes / the latent rhythm of a slow sad song / pushes dry-eyed patrons to tip-toe / bomb-making on the interstate / tossing wires and metals to the
by ColourBlind
16 lines, 2 comments,
on May 17 1:22 PM 2007
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cute but constipated; juvenile but jaded.
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Sliding sideways with a scattered brain, I knock an old crone almost
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college bound- ready to barter muscle for
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There’s a deep chest in my hole palpitating and heartless, gone
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A close-eyed reality of sacrament resounds,
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Did you find love on the wooden bench,
waving like a marker in a desolate slum?
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somebody loves the dead boy
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If the media hasn't sold you
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is it the money, love--
is it the money you need?
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gratuity for your nasty little
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metal is retaliating in our hardwired home.
the pots and pans, i dont think i can
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There was a street corner that grew out of Providence Square
I saw bison feeding eagerly as I waited there
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the quivering style is the last to deliver
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it was not my road
to unravel your mystery
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What can I say? I’ve been
damaged before and I
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you are a poster on the wall
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we propagate like birds or prey
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Get out of my valley
you ride real red hot cowboy
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A sly little something
comes tapping on my shoulder
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