A.
Blue elder with orange carrots
B.
Heartfelt ambition of head on injury
cross the street when all is on its way
never able to escape nostalgia
never able to escape these chains
silent voices and with a loud memory
draw and paint and get it out of yellow
pull it together, your going to loose
it
kid yourself, kid him, kid them.
Revert to the past
imagination and dreams realistic and
trustworthy
no doubt, no fear
life lessons tied with in bread emotions
I was hopeful to escape
darkness crawls all over me
C.
An air mattress empty
love made then gone away
motives questioned
love revert
love revert
love reverse
to go back, never I swear
to doubt oneself is to disappear
entirely
holding on seems stupid
close to insane
head bang
tears drain
love seems lame
never again
D.
So passionatly a heart floats heavy
proud and always moving toward shore
babies swim in arms so gently
tugging at life rafts far far from
shore
settle down in a place so distant
talking yourself into reality
your here!
who's here?
Who's who?
Feelings dim; oxygen inflames them
loud words with psychotic tendencies
haha you thought it would be different
you idiot
E.
You hopeful heavy idiot
loose the weight, skinny jeans
genes I slip into all too easily
let me starve myself
you ask me to deprive myself
independence rings
run to the theater
the movie begins
he holds my thigh
I hold my breath
hold my breast
between my legs
accept
slow dance
fuck
beware
I swear
F.
Past is a ghost who haunts always
proving my feet under my brain
my heart dismiss insane
i've walked
i've ran
i've been around this twister
storm chaser
G.
Couldn't believe karma could return such
favors
down with my guard and my secrets and
habits
I open up only to clamp down and slam
shit
in your face you dirty sinner
god rests only in your mother
told you so
forbidden fruit cooked with basil and
cheese
he said please
I said never
now whenever come to me
cum for me
a baby
newborn in the spring
fourth of july
bodies sweaty and panting
one unit we dance
I function
I'm stupid
I wait by the beach
by the rocks
in the city
craving home
carving stone
with fingernails all bloody and raw
no more guitar
music darkens
piano keys
I dream
how dare I
to think you and me and love so sweet
would be for me
and your not to blame
its me!
(no stereotype)
truth I speak
finally
H.
Old motives sink in
I remember why I did them
and him
and him
and him
talking myself into it being on a new
road
no load
a new mode
a dead end
head against the windshield
bank account drains
for a friend
a sister I swear
stress curdles and sours
a journey in retrospect backwards
fuck that
fuck me
sweetly please
billie holiday and tea light candles
im a sucker for romance
a lover of cleaver words and pretty
things
this world full of toxins
loose trash on the highway
95
old and then die
lonely?
Please no.
I can be pleasant and cook
an apron around my waist
your hands around my waist
an angel
my savior
I.
Dependent and incapable you think
trashing my past
recycle my emotions
it folds in waves
covers on a bare back
where your fingers danced
down my backbone
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