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what a waste Apr 2016
I'm the aftermath of Q-tips on the attack
that awkward itch beneath whatever's left
A twisted mixture of wax and scripture
lifted from the zippers used to grapple issues
Broken arms and still I've got two thumbs
who'd of guessed I'd learn how to use just one
Blind, deaf, and dumb never to be out dun
my earthworm tendencies must be tingling
cause even on this limb I need no repositioning
what a waste Feb 2016
I could
topple these towers
a thousand times over
and from the gathered rubble
they would emerge;
faces spun like webs
dancing among the branches.
And you being the only one
there ever was
would collapse against
the wayward sky of my choosing.
But all that I see along the shore
is trees upon trees
laid neatly like the silhouette
of a thousand smokestack corpses.
No, my love, I will not feed you
to a pit of absolutes.
For you, nothing but my death
would ever do.
what a waste Feb 2016
I thought
of my self highly
'til I saw the mound
of dirt beneath my feet
what a waste Feb 2016
We waited with that
white porcelain cat patience
for what seemed like
a generation of "Here, take this."
Our beaded eyes chased
fixed faces strung up like
the flowers on wallpaper
A wishful widow's last request
stack her particles past heaven's gates
but tobacco tainted lips grant you
everlasting peace at the cost of a kiss

Eat, sleep, regurgitate dreams
revolution of the mind is needed
we are what we are fish to the string

Eat, sleep, regurgitate dreams
evolution of the mind indeed
we are what we are fish to the stream
what a waste Dec 2015
Baby, hit that space bar
one more time and give me
something deep to embark.
You're not the only one trying
to find some peace of mind
locked away behind these
falling lines.

Pretty little words filled
with all sorts of quirky verbs.
They're like Lego's resting on
your chest - building blocks
of distress you could never resist.

Take my hand and fly away
let the keys open your heart
and expose it to the world within.
what a waste Dec 2015
Below the waves
Fog is hanging

Beyond the stars
The walls are caving

It dropped its dreams
It keeps repeating

This is me
screaming
what a waste Dec 2015
My skin keeps falling off
an apple leaves the tree 'n' heads south
I heard their seeds set you free
somewhere in between the seams
Near the river where the sky melts
I found you playing by yourself

Late night therapy well past twelve
Remote control my feelings for a spell
mute my mouth and all it's pretty sounds
Who have I become when no ones around
A robot dancing alone never excelled
remove my bones show me how it's done


My life's a carousel
of white noise that I found
The static keeps me happy
The static keeps me happy
The static keeps me happy
My skin keeps falling off
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