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Apathy spreads like Gingivitis

Swollen tongue with crawling spiders

Be careful what you swallow

Decorated exposition in the tonsils

A deafening circus in dark spaces

Be careful what you consume

Grit like vines wrapping around

the excruciating sounds of chipped teeth

Be careful what you speak

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She sabotaged the dance in the glass ballroom

I wobbled

She exterminated the jitters in the broken conversation

I trembled

She annihilated the echoes of magnetic attraction

I shook

She extinguished the blaze and tremors

I weakened

She damaged our fragile daydream

I froze

She obliterated and paralyzed our cemented love

I stumbled

She shattered our eternal promises

I cried

She abolished the state of confusion

I suffered

She consumed my beliefs and spit on the blood in my veins

I staggered

She smashed my sympathy and disposition with her concrete words

I spiraled

I flatlined with the axe cutting through my tarnished soul at midnight

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Hypnotized by the sound of ice
Clinking in the sound of a glass
Smoggy and dreary atmosphere
Bottles full of hollowness
Mixed exchanges and signals
Pleasantries found in a blur
Spinning comments climbing up
Overdosed by her lustful winks
Lost between delusions and rainbows
First impressions engraved
A fragrance of whiskey circles
Crack of the cue ball dances
Spreading the triangle to all the corners
Quarters placed on the table
Perfume and alcohol mesh
A stench causing grins and sneers
Digits written in pink lipstick of the bathroom stall
A bartenders chuckle reverberates
Jukebox music playing at a ridiculous decibel
Communication at a bare minimal
Skirts and cleavage lecture over a free drink
Epilogues stumbling in and out
Clumsiness and truth cross paths
Ex lovers stuck close in a soap box
Identities hidden promenading in
Monologues spoken wobbling out
A haven of melancholic thoughts
Stationed between 2nd street and the laundry mat
Match made in intoxicating nirvana

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I paid a subscription to your diary

I paid a fee to have a piece of your heart

I paid the gatekeeper to find the key

And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage

I paid the politicians to write a book of lies

I paid the servants to disservice the king

I paid the sinners to sell their crimes

And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage

I paid the witnesses to run away

I paid the fortune teller to paint a picture

I paid the artist to forecast golden dreams

And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage

I paid the hunter to kill the enemy

I paid the invader to seek out the truth

I paid the villain to stab me with fears

And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage

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Skating on a thin transgression

Meandering on a wide back road

Falling through a tangled excursion

Uneven and disarranged chaos

Deflecting the indifference

Lightheaded from my shortcomings

Crawling in my untouched exploitations

Juggling white shadows and black light

Washing away the birthmark

Recognizing the drawbacks and faults

Tainted in your burnt eyes

Bleeding drops of anger in my own

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Crawled inside your minutia
Fumbling around like loose change
Boggled and mangled in a jar of deceit
Held by your trembling hands

Errors dripping like candle wax
Wide stains of fear cradled
Mishandled affection is a hangnail
Dipping innocence in spoiled paragraphs

Words thrown like sharp razors
Ripping skin while bathing in apathy
Discrediting and botched up
Miscalculating the rationalism

Dividing and conquering the weak
Ruining and driving names in the mud
Clutching onto the poison of the villain
Tiptoing around the matter

A pale face turns to be revolting
Choking on your lethal audacity
Like a black wolf in disguised
Witnessing you gulping corruption like vodka

Intoxicated by your brutality
Shaking my silence from side to side
Falling in your art of destruction
Constantly drunk from your vibrating sins

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Somewhere east along Highway 37
A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy
The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone
Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs
And tearful phone conversations
Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled
Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night

The ancient bricks lure the demented and sick
Vultures eying through the windows
Black and blue clouds crying endlessly
Wooden floors feeling troubled feet
Surrounded by ravens and blackbirds
Five miles east of the bloodhound river

She threw her suitcase on the queen
Predictably it flew wide open
The latches never held right, just like her heart
Two changes of clothing to cover her bruises
He’ll never touch her again but
Wrinkled clothing and a wad of cash
Don’t heal scarred faces

The letter “E” is barely visible in the sign
Voices humming a overture in the cellar
Last names engraved on walls by spirits
Doorknobs hanging by three threaded bolts
Driveway gravel is black as night
Welcome mat covered in red ants

He stares into the chipped mirror
Five o’clock shadow daily dulls razor blades
Just like the rings that dull his once bright eyes
The phone bill shows her increasing texts
Every time he travels to pay for her wants
More hours, more money, more fancy things
Less of him with less of her, he looks away

Dark stories unfolding in the rooms
Sheets covered in lies and betrayal
Cigarette smoke stirring up shadows
Tiny cracks in every bathroom’s mirror
Brown mustard dripping from faucets
Stained tears found in the corners of closets

She hears voices not her own
Listens every day upon a rented bed
One weekend she opened her eyes
Bloody hands and a very dull knife beside her
Finally a quiet clean house
Ever since then she lives with a smile
Mama taught her little girl don’t take no shit

Storytellers, dreamers, and howlers visit
Intending to sleep but fall in the depths
Replaying memories of the past
Cynics and liars raise a toast at the bar
Tipping the bartender bullets instead of dollars
Quarrels served at the table tops

He loosens a tie used as a tourniquet
Money well spent on the tricks of a whore
Last Friday he played two gigs stacked
Brain damage found in riding a white horse
Picks up his guitar and hums a few chords
Remembers the eyes of a lover
It’s another night, another hotel, another road

A neon sign flashes vacancy nonstop
Full of headaches, screams, and lost souls
Built on a cemetery of the Crowe family
Generations of terror between 6am and midnight
Sleep is just a word inside these haunted walls
Stories never die…

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1/16 inch thin layers

Appealing to the saliva of the dogs

Overrated and shallow interiors

Claiming to be a superior

A rancid exterior to animals

Gritting my frustrated teeth

Recognizing a frivolous mind

Intellectually inept and blank

A lost Aardvark in the desert

Shutting you off like a valve

Lacking the ability to digest

Mad at myself for allowing you in

A crawling fool on the inside

Seeking depth and connection

Seeing an overhyped individual

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Kiss me until we see the dark
Stand in the showering limelight
Seal your vow in the music box
Recite your lyrics softly in my ear

Sing me a song of devotion
Hum to me in your hushed tone
Dress me in your secret message
Hesitate your seductive murmurs

Swallow your sighs and hints
Mumble your satire in your birthday suit
Leave me your pamphlet of ridicule
Staring at your cynicism and bitterness

Remove the jaw jacking banter
Make love to me like the rancid dog
Deliver me one honest sentence
Walk away like the black widow

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Like a caterpillar in the midnight rain
Crawling through the hollow misery
Love departed in the chilling seams
Disappearing sentiments shriek
A Rendezvous slipping away in palms

Astonished by the copper leaves flying
Lakes drying up from the emptiness
Broken prayers misguided by the glare
Compromises thrown like pounds of dirt
Discomfort stuck in the tendons

Our love trembles and yowls

Agony settling like trampled dust
Gasping on the soaring affliction
heartache submerged in soot and spit
A romance ripped at the fingertips
Surrounded by the scalding temperatures

Violent cramps pricking rhythmically
Thickening torture runs down my throat
Weeping madly and in confusion
Seeking deadly faults within the glass
An illness dispersed in coarse veins

Our love shivers and screams

Clarity is a dark cloud dangling
in my sunken and insomniac eyes
Jumbled up words scribbled in my mind
Walking like a tormented disorder
Gripping on to the petals with my palm

Forever embroidered within my sleeves
Dropping it below my tattered knees
Falling to the distorted earth
Gazing up at the swollen apricot sky
Tears flooded like a waterfall

Our love bleeds and pulsates

Shadows of the gravestone widen
A fortress of preciousness clamped
Clutching adoration and admiration
Seeking answers from a growl
Tasting chunks of sorrow

Drinking melancholy from a flask
Elsewhere and gone in my pockets
A nickel has more value than my identity
Bitten by never ending and lasting scars
Latching onto oppression and misfortune

Our love flinches and grovels

Questioning faith and man made religion
Cursing like a drunken sailor
Angry at the curved roads without signs
Cut hands raised in the fickle air
A flight of exasperation lingers

Waking up from vexation in my stomach
Anxiety and headaches twinkle like stars
Burden worn like an army jacket
Distress sinking in my teeth
Anguish and inward sketches touch

Our love is seeking answers in the mist of our hands

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She dwelled in the chair of the copycat

She fell into a whirl of mischievousness

Rotating around the word swipe

She watched the clock tick in exile

She twisted herself between lies and truth

Revolving around the word heist

She was smoldering among the thieves

She lost respect when she stole phrases

Spinning around the word hijacked

She viciously borrowed invincible words

She stood in the shadows of peace

Circling around the word embezzled

She wore an invisible crown of deceit

She vanished when others pointed fingers

On the other side of the sphere with crooks

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Promenading around the vintage square

Marching up and down like a soldier

Preserving the gloomy kingdom

The absolute and dreary monarch

Glancing up at the gnarling sultan

Toying with the saddened jesters

As they stare out the tear jerking windows

Mimes crawling outside the gates

in front of the gory and sopping river

Stumbling citizens speak like dragons

Clans of violence raid innocent homes

Barking dogs howling at the dying moon

Chopped off heads laying in ditches

Limbs shambling to the sunrise

A division between absurdity and insanity

Born in the thick of Chardonnay

Sweetness is just a flavor in a fifty mile radius

Dingy peasants begging for a light instead of bread

Inhaling the essence of bloodstains

Waking up in a bath of blush

Stuck in misery and fallen pieces

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Like a dream shivering in maroon

Caves of turmoil splatter illness

An unknown species walks in the dark

Spewing words like tall weeds

Cutting through rocks with a monotone voice

Using only four syllable words

Monsters tall as skyscrapers touching

the tip of cerulean clouds

Gripping winds with hands as large as boulders

Roaming wicked jungles and grudged mountains

Over twenty thousand characters gliding on soiled clay

Surrounded by a lightning cage

Seeking a path to return their lost world

Unknown to how they arrived in Herston

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I walk around with sanity

wrapped around my cold neck

I chatted with the in acid reflux

stuck in my throat

I slept with the hurricanes

surrounding the monster within

I fell into the ocean that

consumes the wreckage outside

I stood in front of the villains

that stole love from the monsoon

I left the darkest tunnel

to seek empathy in the light

I haunted grief like the night wept

under the hooked stars

I woke up from the phantasm

and threw away the silence to breathe

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Exacerbated teeth

Displeased tone

Fiercely antagonized

Resentful up to the neck

Offensive esophagus

Twitching irrationally

Ill tempered and fuming

Provoked by repetition

Inflamed and irritated

Constantly harping

Strapped in defense

Whiplashing an offense

Sore and wrathful

Frozen solid to the center

A fistful of anger

Disrespectful and disregarded

Mouthful of harsh words

A storming outburst

Hanging acid from the corners

Bitter and twice bitten

Open up the wounds

One brutal tongue lashing

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I’ve fallen between the snarl and the calm whispers

I’ve fallen between the thin cracks and the hollow cries

I’ve fallen between insignificance and crumbs of emptiness

I’ve fallen between the corners and crevices of brokenness

I’ve fallen between the remains and disguised pieces

I’ve fallen between the torn walls and dreary coatings

I’ve fallen between apathy and a misfit playing in the black

I’ve fallen between misery and torture dancing in my blank eyes

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Tapping my left foot

to the trembling acoustic sessions

Pouring out my sliced up heart

to a blind mannequin from Florida

Ignoring the gauze wrapped tight

around my twitching fingers

Manipulating the longwinded view

of the moment she packed her

things in a thousand dollar suitcase

to leave me empty bottles and

stains on the lavender sheets

Bartender, bartender pour me a shot

please fill up my glass of half empty truths

Tell me the melody won’t stop playing

in my spinning and rambling head

Paint me a picture of a crystal clear moon

Preach to the fire hydrants

the rain will put out the crying flames

Send me photographs of the future

with a bouquet of blossoming dreams

Write me a love letter without the

scent of scotch on the envelope

Tell me the six strings will reverberate

in my sea of liquid sorrow

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Like a sunburn in the desert

skin bright as copper

Peeling the layer of desensitized

anger off with bitter teeth

Lackluster consideration

Wrapped around her centered self

No longer grasping of love

Magenta saliva dripping off

his jaded and reckless tongue

Calm like a silent bomb

Ripped off exasperation

Provoking frustrations

Boiling animosity and tantrums

Scratched and irritated affection

Pecks and lifeless cold shoulders

Struggling to confine the stew

Outraged by the stillness

A piece of mind is endlessly shaking