Love,I’m afraid your analogue signal is a little outdated for our digital age.If you can’t shape up, and bump your resolution,I’ll have to admit your obsolescence, and upgrade.And let’s not get into any arguments about the fact that my eyes cannot physically differentiate between your resolution and resolutions higher than yours,science proves that said resolutions …
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i may be dead,I may be dying,but the sunset is beautiful tonight.
happy vistableaching far from mountaincactus arrests, aberrant.
blood-red trailexploding far from branchI wait, old.
unshaven trailrunning close to riverI explode, lofty.
We’ve had this conversation again and again,and every time we make it to the repeat,me begin the measure again. Come on, love, let’s give it a rest,get your last held whole,stretch it to then end of your breath,and lets hit that rest like we mean business,just sit in comfortable silence, and not hit that repeat …
Yeah, kid, I bet you think you’re just so damn clever,so damn/so damn/so damn clever. Sittin’ over there chucklin’ to yourself,as you merge someone’s poetry to pictures of birds suckin’ dicks,like that’s clever, like that’s insultin’. Boy, I don’t suppose you’ve ever sucked a dick? i still remember my first, he was blonde, and he …
I do not love her,I thought I did, once, long ago. But it was lust for those lips, those hips,the way they wrapped around my name.And now she’s heaping praise,in that cadence that I remember dripping such sailor blush words, in the crook of my neck where no one else could hear. And I’m, …
I’ve got this heart-ache rivaled head-pound,what with its spins ‘n belly swaps. but in this oppressive din,there’s that chant, again and again: “you should have, you should have, you should have.” ‘n in this sweeping crowd,lined with bone-gnaw teeth,you’re flittin’ around in pigtails.I’m bettin’ from your upbringin’,you’re more Country Music,but from the way you’re …
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You ‘n I don’t have the same scale,but I’m quarter pack pissed. I got nicotene runnin’ through my veins,‘n I’ve got build-up in my fists–most like I’m gonna be diggin’ splinters from ’em tomorrow. I’m all tensions cables, powerlines,I got all these vibrations ‘n transmissions.Someone’s tappin’ morse code on my skull,It’s a pound-pound-ache sort of …
