Scatter BrainstormIts last call, spread the word up must come down town ship recognize me from that bar code name tag your it and no backsies...im sorry, my names jesse jackson five star hotel me whats your sign your name on the dotted line of sightseer over there, yeah the one with the tight tube top spin out of control... ok now brace yourselfCan i buy you a beer keg stand up for your rights dont make a wrong and vice versavs a vice grip on reality bites the bulletin bored out of my mind field of viewSo whats your perfect drug ring on your finger four leg lock the door bell curves on that female man always rings twice... no wait, thats the milky way
In dependant womanIn dependant women i find the brink of lost hopeA tilted ice skating rinkWith a layer of soft soap.A broken vase. Poker face. No joker, ace.The hand shes dealt is knucklesand a battery of bible belt bucklesHe chuckles...She wears the make up so he wont lose face.Fat slouch, soiled briefs, mouthful of tooth paste.He's a relic from a past era.She will never run faster than her mascara.Scared...waiting for the second R to comeScarred...no healing, beckon martyrdom.Far from numb...but palsy ingrainedA flesh of mesh...and everything taken in vein.Maiden turned maidLaden with JadeA once bright son, faded to shade.
Coin Phrases"Coin Phrases"On the cusp...Exhibit dual nature yet remain a Taurus kid,I refrain from choruses, thunder-lizards and ThesaurusesPoor as piss, my brain is in the tourist bizForever falling...and wondering if the floor exsist...My wit leading in with a shit eating grinOver bathroom breaks and urine samplesAs i lure in ample ex-girlfriends and examplesOf a whole lot of harems of harlots and tramples...I dont debate the pros and cons that constitue prositutesCosting you losts of loot, lost on the Boston routeI join mages who blend sages and mix wizards that transcend pages...Press on rose pedals to toe metal and nervousl
My Hands Are FullMy Hands are FullIrreconcilable differences.It was love at first fight.I met and married her in a four post tikki bar.Under a 2.99 per minute plastic flamingo sunset.I've thrice divorced that girl from Ipanema.You'd think i would have learned my lesson by now.Perhaps i should write it on my hand.If i can find the space.
A Tail of Two Prongs"A Tail of Two Prongs"We've talked once or twice.Me and her labia.Or should i say her labia and i."Play me a tune on your fork maestro!"She knows, yes she knows.Two prongs too long to tune wrong.Perfect pitch hero harmonizing her swoon song.She writes poetry and prose.Well, she tries to.Take her paragraph, tear in halfAnd a few lines slide through.Her oceans aren't deepBut At least the sky is bright blue.She is a Professional bitch.And still cant pay the rent.Perhaps she is in the wrong line of work.Yet,She's thoroughly dug.Men with spades, jacks over aces."This may hurt," sifting the pay dirtGrinning
Blank Stairs"Blank Stairs"She stairs.Three flights down is her car.Sedan. Four door. Twenty-one thousand miles.In circles.She was an artist once.The smartest dunce. Finger paintings mostly. Never sold a finger print.Now she works five days for fity weeks. Filing. Typing.Her sentence is run-on.Never noticing the tessellating artistry of her cubicle horizon.Her T's are crossed, eyes are glazed over.Her tears are seeded Where the sonnets will grow.But they hold tight to old sights.Pupils too contricted from the monitor glow.She stairs.Three flights up is the roof.Sky. Four clouds. Twenty one mile view.In every di
My Panache"My Panache"Cyrano,I love herVery Much.She are the most beautiful thing ive seen.On clear winter nights I can see the moon's jealousy reflected in your eyes.My celestial body,The heavens have saved space for our love.Cyrano,I can not live with out her love.We must be togetherForever.I write my being in verse to the cadence of your heartbeat.My mortal melody,Come, let us dance along the sheet music with love letters upon our soles.Cyrano,I am so happy.She is my dream come true.I love her more than anything.You are the exclamation point to end my life sentence.My sweet simile,When the spring rains come,
Primordial Soup of the Day"Primordial Soup of the Day"Im chalant although inquiring mimes want to showThe life and times of Pontifaux.I strike a balance,Or was it balance on strike.Seen enough mourning, just tell me what dawn's like.Equal parts critic-idealistMimic and realistRound off my age just to know what a wheel is.The shyest of shysters"Do you want your pie sliced sir?"A guy but no geyserThe wry of the wiserShaped in dents, my sapienceAnd my Wisdom tooth,Incisor.I binge...and purge...Binge and purge and binge and purge.Cringe and merge the fringe and verge.Atoms with Eve's drop, datum's deseased cropMadam will you please
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