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    Mood: The Usual

    I think you're crazy, maybe

    ...Created 2016-12-13 22:45:45

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    Mood: The Usual

    Her father was born in China, or Singapore,
    Brother lost at eight --
    The story wears down
    mountains.
    Sip coffee, think about the next sip
    of coffee.
    She is watching the garbage men
    Like she will have to replicate their motions later
    Like someone who has read the same book over and over
    because everything new
    is just too much.

    She is not beautiful,
    Not in the traditional sense. Not lush and pulsing
    with life. She is pale stallions writhing in pain at the finish line,
    The chance of a falling match striking a vein of coal.
    Her face is smeared
    with oil and sweat, her hair tangled
    and her white dress
    barely holding on to the pretense
    that it is still a white dress. She is
    a used paperback novel that is always in your bookbag
    whose pages you finger,
    both familiar and terrifying,
    like sleeping next to a childhood friend
    seeing all the ways in which the world
    has eaten you both.

    This is her finger inside the hem of my sleeve, saying
    Feel how rough I am. Feel how the years have worked through me
    like a worm through an apple. Tell me I’m ugly and fuck me
    like long division.

    I’m blind and bleeding in traffic,
    I’m naked in the middle of the street,
    I’m walking out on coals,
    To meet you.

    Now we’re downtown. Now
    we’re in the top of your apartment building
    with the lights on.
    Now we’re getting ready to go out.
    Now we’re in our underwear.
    Now the curtain blows.

    ...Created 2016-11-01 11:55:59

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    Mood: The Usual

    If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied...

    ...Created 2016-10-03 19:45:14

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    Mood: The Usual

    https://theprose.com/Zammatran

    ...Created 2016-09-15 20:49:48

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    Mood: The Usual

    blow me a lilly
    from the stem
    of your neck
    and brush off
    those nickel-plated clouds
    like my grandfather's army suit
    on a Tuesday afternoon.

    fall with me
    towards the club
    like swing or jazz
    forgetting itself for a moment.

    we're all doing well.
    everything is on the upswing.

    sing that sick breeze
    into my throat like
    a porch swing
    hung from willow branches
    and lay your hands
    on this neatly pressed flannel
    like a radio dial
    playing nothing but tuna fish and aluminum.

    ...Created 2016-07-01 14:12:47

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    Mood: er

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwstxbZy_oU

    ...Created 2016-06-21 21:26:07

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    Mood: The Usual

    turn every obstacle into the path turn every obstacle into the path turn every obstacle into the path turn every obstacle into the path turn every obstacle into the pathturn every obstacle into the pathturn every obstacle into the path turn every obstacle into the pathturn every obstacle into the pathturn every obstacle obstacle into the path into the path turn every obstacle into the path turn every bstacle int turn every oo the path turn every path turn every obstacle into the turn every obstacle into the pa obstacle into the path turn everyth obstacle into the path turnacle into the path every obst pat

    ...Created 2016-06-19 17:07:08

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    Mood: The Usual

    I was a rock pigeon, picking lifts off the schism
    Kicking riffs off the mizzen-mast, volume at half-blast
    Manatees mixing up the syrupy sweetness of a praise Jesus
    Meets kung-fu fighting at the cleaners, preacher sees us
    Stomping out a hymn on the black-and-white tuxedo teeth
    But more like a broken heart eatery married a dim sum cart
    Yeah ton of eggs for breakfast, more man than any
    Keep a spoonful of NOS to mix up with the bennies
    If friends are your what-fors I hope I claim many
    And many minds claim mine as the jam that keeps spreading;
    Thread the needle through the storm of your mind’s eye, lots to lose
    Find your moment in time, grind, put your elbow to the groove.

    ...Created 2016-06-17 19:26:19

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    Mood: The Usual

    Because the hook brings you back
    I ain't telling you no lies
    The hook brings you back
    On that you can rely

    ...Created 2016-06-11 22:32:14

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    Mood: The Usual

    The house is crumbling inward,
    In every direction water spouts
    Burst forth, drip down, the high beams
    Of the attic split open with a crack.
    The porch is a broken gravestone
    Superglued together and twice paved over,
    The windows missing pieces of eyes
    They once held up to the light.
    I have given myself to it, in fits and spurts
    Soldered light switches into wrists,
    Scrubbed skin raw with antiseptic,
    Reached deep inside to restart its dying heart
    In the unmovable winter.

    But I do not love it. Some things are too broken to love.
    When I hear the crack of the roof caving in, each
    Unmeasurable step closer to failure, to collapse,
    I say to myself, “good.”
    And I plan my escape.

    ...Created 2016-06-03 16:00:16

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

    Musings of love written by rev.jpfadeproof
    Tender Bites written by Chelebel
    After written by JanePlane
    Desayuno Serenade written by krs3332003
    Style written by rev.jpfadeproof
    Goodnight Prayer written by annie0888
    Sand Size Speck written by Chelebel
    This is hilarious written by Chelebel
    💯 written by Chelebel
    Higher Purpose written by Latin King
    Night study written by lori_tab
    Crescent Moon written by annie0888
    Pajarita written by rev.jpfadeproof
    I'm a Premadonna written by Chelebel
    Self written by jackz
    Scars You Beautiful written by Chelebel
    Blood Lion written by Passionbyapathy
    A Known Stranger written by Latin King
    Through & Through written by Chelebel
    View written by saartha
    Pumpkinhead Lullaby written by krs3332003
    Harbinger written by expiring_touch
    Confide written by Namlooc20
    The Docile and the Damned written by Passionbyapathy
    7 Autumn evening Haikus written by rev.jpfadeproof
    Coexists written by Soulraven
    Orphan's Lament written by annie0888
    What if written by Chelebel
    ideas written by EshyFishy
    Carolina Blue written by Chelebel

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