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she tattooed her failures on her arms
which ran wrists to shoulderblades she wore them above her charm bracelet given to her on her birthday a silver wrist bound carousel given to her by her father so bright back then but tarnished since, she used to be the favorite daughter that no longer applies expiration date went by you used to be so pretty knuckles crack from faulty swings leaving memories of him imprinted in the purple yellow browns that only recently began to fade back to the colors you are really supposed to be in sickened ways you guiltily found them to be so pretty your long face wears long sleeves to hide what's underneath everyone just thinks your clumsy the blue backed cards could only be used for flimsy construction after he took the royalty and lined his spokes with them ferris wheels of noble men spray out the perfect rhythm the dirt hill jumps were always best he found out by the prison that's where your real father lives he didn't go down with his ship that's just what your mother told you Go |
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You, you were the astronaut in my only shot
Seems so far away at night But how you shine like a new car You in the cradle reached out for paper moons, plastic charms I stayed on the ground waiting Because rocket ships can get you high, can't keep you warm When they build the statue of you One breast out of your suit, I'll be standing there with my Little flag waving too but I can't cheer Not an astronaut I know I missed my shot Today I watched you take off, you go So very fast so very far and disappear Lies in my bed |
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I barely recognized you
with your worn out eyes, man you used to really shine down on me and I would get so blind superconductor man I know you've been hauling the wrong line worry about your shoulderblades permanently bent that way ran out of words to say to you we both just looked away, sad sad when it turns out this way [sad when it works out this way] it's funny how things change it's all just in your head these these things that bind you in, man wish I had been around when you came crashing down superconductor man I know you've been hauling the wrong line worry about your shoulderblades permanently bent that way |
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one day in the future I am sure that I will drownd
waters close over my head the currents drag me down in this way I've sealed my fate by letting it be heard on that day I'll be sorry that I ever wrote these words .. all the souls upon the earth consumed in fiery clouds while presidents and kings will hide in caves under the ground that is their undoing, just as swimming will be mine plate tectonic forces will find fault with their designs ... every solid object with a start will have an end on the bottom of the ocean things that squirm and things that swim given intimations as to how I'm going to die what I really want to know: is not how I'll go but why |
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my twin she's my keep,
wing tips of angels brush her hair when she's asleep sister she loves him, cradles her doll's head in her artificial limbs the light that made us made us twice my twin she's my keep, lays down besides me takes the braces from her feet real hair and real lips, we are inseparable, we're joined at the hips the light that made us made us twice never can the cord they sever forever we will be together I just had the same thought my twin tell me to and I'll get lost we are closer than you know, everyone of you, no different than ourselves dreamed that I was alone, lying here, alone, beautiful and whole you can swim but I will drown now I can't go near the ocean with my courage watered down |
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beautifully flawed
truly a sight for sore eyes a lover of knots your favorite one was the cat's paw bound us into this lover's knot tangled and weaved till I can't move brandishing your bronze into the trees emblazing fall burying underneath beautifully flawed two of a kind please loosen your ropes I can't seem to breath used to feel ok I could easily scrape away all the bad and all the gray I just can't keep up today I start your note and start again crumpled failures abandoned recycle thoughts until they're frayed you'll misinterpret I am just I agonize over the words half way through it just seems too cut out the parts that don't fit in and I'm back at the start again that's it I quit |
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you strapped the dog into a chair,
she tried to lick your face then you counted backwards and you launched her into space you made no provisions for bringing her back home high and all alone you can look into the sky you might see a falling star if I get one wish I hope that Laika will go far I hope she sails on and on across the universe finds there some new world where she'll be safe from man's experiments that don't have come home parts free from being bound by chains or left alone in cars wonder if she'll think about a family back on earth Laika Laika my dog is an astronaut light years away from home she lives up in heaven howling above the moon she's not coming down it takes more than you to keep a good dog on the ground she's not coming back it take more than you to keep a good dog down every night I look out my window, I find the faintest star above how'd you ever pick a name that you're never gonna use enough why'd you name her if that was your big plan |
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decapitated kids
I guess her finger slid mom's the shutterbug dad was the whip he'd slip cookie monster blue you can tell me by the untied shoes rabbit goes around the hole and through they come undone still do scrapbooks filled with memories of yellowed bad photography extracted my front teeth an abscess splinter drove behind beneath the dentist pliers pulled the novocained roots creaked he axed the family tree a jeweler cut it off he let him keep visited the stump counted the rings 22 short 23 scrapbooks filled with memories trinkets of how it used to be Christmas cards of family shots that's the last one before he walked a stream of thoughts connect me back from where I was to where I'm at buried into strata confines are precious things I left behind new thoughts slowly take place of older ones that they erase tucked into these plastic sleeves are things that once were me |
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She's such a sweet thing yeah
could have been anything that she wanted to be I guess in her mother's eyes she'll always be golden and true could never do no wrong only there because others pulled her down fingers twist beads wringing out the prayers from rosaries and metals that she always been the perfect son excelled at everything thing that he had been in was destined to till she got her hooks in him golden and true could never do no wrong only there because she had ruined him fingers twist beads wringing out the prayers from rosaries and metals that she'd wear golden and true could never do no wrong only there because others pulled them down fingers twist beads wringing out the prayers from rosaries and metals that she she'd make a great nun yeah no one's going to ruin her like they did them she'll be my shining light when I reach the end golden and true could never do no wrong only there because others pulled them down fingers twist beads wringing out the prayers from rosaries and metals that she |
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eyebrows drawn on by pencils
a cert chases her menthol I bet she melts like a candle when she's caught out in the rain damaged capillaries caused by to many greyhounds his porus grapefruit-like skin sure holds a permanent glow on the rocks or just straight up this bartender here he's got a heart of gold a thick dust layer on the bell announces a place where heroes seldom show stetson tongue sucks his bridge work between goldfishing his highball he slowly descends upon sea legs I guess it's time to go |
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[yea whatever] put me back in my hole
Shovel dirt on my chest I want the roots through my skull Let the embryo rest Straight from the womb to the grave Rebury me where everything is dark Where everything is just how it ought to be Covering me sleeping underneath Needing only peace from light I think I'm going to be sick I blew my heart in my hand I wiped my hand on my pants I put my head on a stick Straight from the womb to the grave Rebury me where everything is dark Where everything is just as it ought to be Covering me sleeping underneath Needing only peace from light I'm like a little white worm That crawled out of the peat I need the cool of the earth To drain my living heat Straight from the womb to the grave |
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yellowed brown stained fingertips caused by too many filterless she crushes the ashy end
lifts the lid and drops it down in an urn she carries around her father resides her heavy foot is on the gas with Saint Christopher on the dash she is safe from any crash at least she believes what she doesn't realize that he's been decanonized by the church her heavy foot is on the gas she used to make gum wrapper necklaces she always seemed to smell of wintergreen in her father eyes she was not a princess but a queen she didn't love to play the queen only prayers and country songs are found as the needle crawls along through megahertz black rubber radials wearing bald and wearing dull she sings along her heavy foot is on the gas imitation leather cracks from to much heat and to much smack you broke mother's back she prefers the Texacos for the color of their clothes and their smokes her heavy foot is on the gas she used to make gum wrapper necklaces she always seemed to smell of wintergreen in her father eyes she was not a princess but the queen she used to wake up with the sun she used to watch the clouds go by her hands tighten on the wheel she hums a tune as she closes her eyes |
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anyone who's seen us they would agree
I know you'll never be proud to be seen with me until I'm released from this skin I'm in I'll never let the sun touch my face again I know I am your handsome honey pie that's a black lie I see beauty everywhere I go the gasoline on water to the leaves beneath the snow the best I can contribute is a small sad song just because I sat here in the room too long I calculate there is three steps where my shirt hangs on the door I'm not married anymore I'm not going anywhere anyone who sees me can tell I'm going nowhere can you look me in the eye honey pie that's a nice try I know I am your handsome honey pie your a black eye |
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