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Elijah Almond Jun 2014
is that you?
is this me?
I was someplace else
dreaming I wouldn't have to return

Does nothing in my dream count for reality?  

Is it time to do the dishes ?
How about the recycling?

Today can be another day
where the mind just plays
I keep my mouth shut
What the **** am I going to say anyway?
I have really vivid dreams. Sometimes it is a shock to come back to reality.
Elijah Almond Jun 2014
surely your odds are better
they run in circles with no clue
no sweet, sweet nectar
now angry , now *******
shaking and getting angry

personal problems
can be put on hold
a night of indiscretions
your complete folly
somehow makes you feel bold

when you lose everything
you'll think:
well, it wasn't my fault
I was angry

I only did to the world
what it did to me
about someone I know who likes to drunk dial
Elijah Almond Jun 2014
my body, my hands, my eyes
all copied from someone I don't like

DNA only won
in making me prettier than my dad
thanks to my mom
thanks mom.
Elijah Almond Jun 2014
so you worked hard previously
great
you were under-appreciated
by friends, family, coworkers
great

do you languish under any false impressions?  
does a weapon of some variety come into mind daily?
are you broken on the inside?
do you wish you still had faith in humanity?

well,
i'd lose all that and smile more

will you do whatever I say?
are you willing to sleep with me if I let you play?  
how desperate are you to be a *****?

Great!
Elijah Almond Jun 2014
no dentistry for you
we're not made out of money
said the parents indifferently

so I grew two fangs
like Dracula
spitting blood
with broken gums

my left one eventually learned how to fit in
still pointed and edged
but living comfortably

my right is still the angry vampire
ready to defend

guarding this crooked kingdom
Elijah Almond Jun 2014
I have a cat

he doesn't bother to clean himself
he sleeps wherever the sun warms his face
he cares for no one except himself
he pees all over the place

He'll follow you
for a gentle pet
his body feels like old scabs
and somehow he is always wet.

I sit in envy
dedicated to my old tomcat back home. Mr. Boo. He really is in the running for laziest, smelliest creature on the planet.
Elijah Almond Jun 2014
the salt
the sea
destination is clear to me

there is swimming to do
but that won't be the hard part

when only your limbs failing
seems like a reasonable outcome
to your brain limping with indecision
your night time hunger spoken
with quiet inflection
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