it seems hard not to care
once fell for a mother
who said she loved herion and dirty hair.
certainly i'm not true
you can have a hand
made of drivel and circumstance
but the best of me
was left in the backseat
where i decided my mirror makes better company
response is worthy a task
being told too many things
while sneaking to backrooms for my flask.
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i'm swallowing large portions
of this fuel flavored beverage
i'm looking to get to nowhere fast
i'm seeking to find my nadir
this night was met with
bare draft boards and blank blue prints
torn ribbon-ed flesh
poured over with eyes that look like mine
yellowed and sick
energy sapped and i'm quoting apologies
i've heard on the t.v.
practicing sorrys
for the sake of me
my back peddling
seems to be the bane of my exsistance.
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"incest"
i'm delivering a hand over heart
with a sturdy like pose
trying to make me not want you
what about your mouth
of seven silly words you tell me every night.
i try and bury my thoughts
in layers of bourbon and taoism
find my feet caught in words i never hear you say
weighed in on the topic of once a lover now yr best friend
and those silly words you tell me every night.
worst of me was wanting all of you
and prat-falls for your every eye to see
measure the memory
by how much my sickness has afforded me
and those silly little words,
"i still love you like a brother."
