charles-berlinWhisper

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Headless ***** TonkThis head on a spike / Well it's turning blue / Talking 'bout why I'd like
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May 14, 2010
Roll your eyes back; look insideIntrospection is cheaper than a horror film and its nightmares will chase you long after Freddy's hands are arthritic and the blades they operate are rusty and impotent. Here I am in this roach den with musty sheets and carpet stains. The place I retreat to in blind panic without considering escape. Here it is, peeling wallpaper and cigarette burns are the hems of skirts you tug and cry to, PICK ME UP PICK ME UP! Inside it is empty, truly empty, no trace of a whispering current in the draft or its cryptic revelations woven under the surface, no beetles scrambling around the corpse to tell its secrets. There is truly nothing and I don't know who called this vacancy "inner peace". It's a motel room with empty drawers and the water is some shade of red and every page has been torn from the Gideon's Bible to roll joints and make origami cranes and free throws into wastebaskets filled with scribbled poetry and compulsively written lists.
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May 14, 2010
PickpocketYour backseat, / that backward pickpocket, / that schemer taking cell phones and jackets and wallets
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May 14, 2010
Green as a rye mold, babyI'm an infant / crawling with unformed senses from arm to arm / ready to be mystified if I knew the meaning of the word
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May 14, 2010
Collision of bumpers and egosA showdown on Sunset / At sundown the two met / A breakdown of Corvettes
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Mar 28, 2010
Barstool PhilosopherOh, the ineffectual deluded intellectual / Cream of the crop barstool philosopher / Yes, you are included
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Mar 23, 2010
InsanityMy mind it's bent and sanity spent / To stay I must pay rent each day / Too deep in debt I must invent
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Mar 23, 2010
CataractsA pale clouded gaze betrays his depression / To observers of his pained expression / The cast of ghosts in his stories
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Mar 23, 2010
NeverlandRefuge from reality / Neverland's necessity / Chasing the whims of Shadow
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Mar 23, 2010
Untitled 2Lonely wrath flows undaunted. / Solitude grows intentions, haunted. / Warped by wayward wanting.
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Mar 23, 2010
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