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Drawing all over the walls Red And Blue While Teaching me Chemistry Resonance and Polyatomic Ions Positively charged Eyes A cool grey You liked the writing On my Chuck Taylor’s Back at headquarters Trespassing in the Library To study Forensics and Anatomy One day I’lltte after palette Swirling brilliance Black Crimson And Glaucous

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC

#DCDCDC

Drawing all over the walls Red And Blue While Teaching me Chemistry Resonance and Polyatomic Ions Positively charged Eyes A cool grey You liked the writing On my Chuck Taylor’s Back at headquarters Trespassing in the Library To study Forensics and Anatomy One day I’lltte after palette Swirling brilliance Black Crimson And Glaucous

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When making the decision To run away with no money I developed a coke habit In the New Shoreham Libraries only Bathroom A copy of this poem Was left on the shelf By an older man Whom I introduced myself to After seeing him smoke a wooden pipe And listening to him mutter about the **** of intimacy under his breath For the better part of the boat ride To a cabin Somewhere in the Atlantic Presiding over a dead reef way Way Past the big waves That I dreamt of With a backpack full Of spray paint And ***** unkempt fingernails I etched my manifesto on its walls Circling around the drain in your shower Heavy enough that the water cannot Pull me down into the corroded pipes That contain the same isotope of lead Your little cousin gulps down in his Water Fountain at Frank Defino Elementary But light enough That I spin and spin Watching Jason take his Argonauts Across The Sea of Monsters all the while Aware of the futility of his mission And laughing at Homer Around and around Unable to control how and when Never giving in but never trying either Sinking back into the freckles I wore as a 13 year old watching Silverstein play The Rec-Center I had started so many Fights at All those years I played youth Basketball With no intentions of scoring points Committing fouls until Someone’s dad screamed My most-liked smile is the one where After I got my two front teeth snapped by A knee to the mouth I looked up incisors in hand Blood dotting my lips and chin how Lichtenstein Would have imagined Grinning a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat Jealous I am not lost in this fantasy No baby This World Was built hand by cracked skin hand For me There aren’t maps in a lucid dream Don’t you understand that Like Rorschach told the Small Gangster I’m not locked up in here with you No You’re locked up in here with me If I still had Kathryn’s number I would Apologize for leaving her bed In the middle of the night and stealing Her only suitcase to drag my things to a Ferry To take me to the next Island Where I would isolate myself once again Continuing the habit I started In the seventh grade Spending 3 weeks in an abandoned Airport and a pricey sleeping bag Avoiding the standardized tests needed When the road has tested you for this long And you come across Tupac’s rose In the cracks of the Sidewalk You have no choice but to pick it And stomp hard But for now We’re getting along fine

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC

Comfortable Ashtray

When making the decision To run away with no money I developed a coke habit In the New Shoreham Libraries only Bathroom A copy of this poem Was left on the shelf By an older man Whom I introduced myself to After seeing him smoke a wooden pipe And listening to him mutter about the **** of intimacy under his breath For the better part of the boat ride To a cabin Somewhere in the Atlantic Presiding over a dead reef way Way Past the big waves That I dreamt of With a backpack full Of spray paint And ***** unkempt fingernails I etched my manifesto on its walls Circling around the drain in your shower Heavy enough that the water cannot Pull me down into the corroded pipes That contain the same isotope of lead Your little cousin gulps down in his Water Fountain at Frank Defino Elementary But light enough That I spin and spin Watching Jason take his Argonauts Across The Sea of Monsters all the while Aware of the futility of his mission And laughing at Homer Around and around Unable to control how and when Never giving in but never trying either Sinking back into the freckles I wore as a 13 year old watching Silverstein play The Rec-Center I had started so many Fights at All those years I played youth Basketball With no intentions of scoring points Committing fouls until Someone’s dad screamed My most-liked smile is the one where After I got my two front teeth snapped by A knee to the mouth I looked up incisors in hand Blood dotting my lips and chin how Lichtenstein Would have imagined Grinning a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat Jealous I am not lost in this fantasy No baby This World Was built hand by cracked skin hand For me There aren’t maps in a lucid dream Don’t you understand that Like Rorschach told the Small Gangster I’m not locked up in here with you No You’re locked up in here with me If I still had Kathryn’s number I would Apologize for leaving her bed In the middle of the night and stealing Her only suitcase to drag my things to a Ferry To take me to the next Island Where I would isolate myself once again Continuing the habit I started In the seventh grade Spending 3 weeks in an abandoned Airport and a pricey sleeping bag Avoiding the standardized tests needed When the road has tested you for this long And you come across Tupac’s rose In the cracks of the Sidewalk You have no choice but to pick it And stomp hard But for now We’re getting along fine

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Like laying down On the one part of the floor Where carpet Overlapped a different Carpet Daydreaming Arguing Separation anxiety It’s an eye roll away And a left at Wyncrest Road It was outside on cold nights With gloves Stolen from the lost and found Beckoning the older kids Drive up Have your money ready Like sitting down in The shower Or singing a sad tune Off key Like rolling A broken ankle And laughing It’s like working a Paper route And never seeing the sun Just so someone else Can wake up to the truth Bagging papers People's faces are the most honest Especially on a rainy day Gotta double bag it then The song in my head Isn’t the same beat As the blood pumping Through my arm Or the throbbing Of my elbow But god **** Can my feet dance

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC

Apple Cider Vinegar

Like laying down On the one part of the floor Where carpet Overlapped a different Carpet Daydreaming Arguing Separation anxiety It’s an eye roll away And a left at Wyncrest Road It was outside on cold nights With gloves Stolen from the lost and found Beckoning the older kids Drive up Have your money ready Like sitting down in The shower Or singing a sad tune Off key Like rolling A broken ankle And laughing It’s like working a Paper route And never seeing the sun Just so someone else Can wake up to the truth Bagging papers People's faces are the most honest Especially on a rainy day Gotta double bag it then The song in my head Isn’t the same beat As the blood pumping Through my arm Or the throbbing Of my elbow But god **** Can my feet dance

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I hear the Nightclub Singer Male 42 He's wearing a grey suit The type that has The small lines Running through Threads waiting For something Wool I assume And black shoes Slip ons Shiny He sings over a lazy beat Da de da de da de Da doh Da doh Do Over and over His suit getting tighter His hair slicker Than the lies I tell Im sitting in the corner The booth is a round one But I am alone Except for my guests I fill their plates And eat My dessert There are no waitresses Because nobodies Waiting And I can't muster The courage To say I'm hungry The cake And constant cigarette smoking Must have got me And as I roll back Onto the floor and Into the music The singer fades out To a guitar solo That made me shake Thunderous music That grabs at Your soul I noticed later When I put my head Against The pillow I hear my heartbeat Deep behind my ear Behind my ear drum Behind what is Behind there Da de da de da de Dah doh Dah doh Doh

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC

Eighty Eight And A Third

I hear the Nightclub Singer Male 42 He's wearing a grey suit The type that has The small lines Running through Threads waiting For something Wool I assume And black shoes Slip ons Shiny He sings over a lazy beat Da de da de da de Da doh Da doh Do Over and over His suit getting tighter His hair slicker Than the lies I tell Im sitting in the corner The booth is a round one But I am alone Except for my guests I fill their plates And eat My dessert There are no waitresses Because nobodies Waiting And I can't muster The courage To say I'm hungry The cake And constant cigarette smoking Must have got me And as I roll back Onto the floor and Into the music The singer fades out To a guitar solo That made me shake Thunderous music That grabs at Your soul I noticed later When I put my head Against The pillow I hear my heartbeat Deep behind my ear Behind my ear drum Behind what is Behind there Da de da de da de Dah doh Dah doh Doh

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Sit down across from me in the tub I’ll sit criss cross Your feet can rest in my lap Take a Polaroid every time I look up into the water Then bite on my shoulder I’ll hold your wine glass Can I bring you to Copenhagen And introduce you to my art collector Friends We can make nice with everyone At fancy dinners Then go home and laugh at how stupid They all are Fall asleep on me As we take a train From somewhere To Paris I’ll drink you in with the scenery Outside our window As I drift off myself

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Mar 5, 2018

Mar 5, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC

Taken From Recently Deleted

Sit down across from me in the tub I’ll sit criss cross Your feet can rest in my lap Take a Polaroid every time I look up into the water Then bite on my shoulder I’ll hold your wine glass Can I bring you to Copenhagen And introduce you to my art collector Friends We can make nice with everyone At fancy dinners Then go home and laugh at how stupid They all are Fall asleep on me As we take a train From somewhere To Paris I’ll drink you in with the scenery Outside our window As I drift off myself

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I'll give you The world While I Fight my war Just give me Your body To rest with

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Mar 5, 2018

Mar 5, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC

Scared Look

I'll give you The world While I Fight my war Just give me Your body To rest with

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In order to get sharks Close to us We need to We need to attract them By using What they want I was in my Bed Craving a smoke So I went downstairs Looking around Peering Searching Something to ease my mind Please I went To the garage Its horrific How pollution Like an empty package Can make its way Into our ocean A box of something that needed to be Wrapped up tight Something That someone cared about And shipped to a friend Or lover The box Wrapped in plastic To keep it safe from eroding for the next 100 years or so Went from Paterson To a shipping center in Cranbury for Amazon To Deal To the pipes that spill into the water Underneath that bridge that girl was killed At In Belmar To the ocean depths Farther out Past the ****** party boats Overcrowded with drunkards Who have no business fishing Out past the private charters With their fish finders And dynamite And out past the big waves That rock the shipping containers That held the package once Past the girl At the bottom of this Particular piece of ocean The box unraveled Like the meaning of what was inside And the plastic wrap came off It floated up Gravity is backwards underwater And wrapped itself around a Yellow Shark Right between the fins And the gills The predator got used to it And the plastic stayed It's skin deformed Morphing around our intrusion The shark was alive And it knew more about the world Then you and I ever could There was nothing to smoke in the garage Not in the golf bags I checked every pocket Or my old safe I used to bring to Summer Camp Nothing in the washing machine the last Tenant owned Not under the towels Or inside the summer Umbrellas So I searched inside There was nothing In the nightstand Or the drawers Nothing in the desk Or the jar Nothing under the hats Or in the shoebox Nothing in my old books But A piggy bank I emptied it out And counted the change inside There was $1.75 As I reached in To get the noisy coins That didn't fall I pulled out an omen It was a quarter With the texture of a shark And a color Black as the ocean At night

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Mar 5, 2018

Mar 5, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC

Lemons

In order to get sharks Close to us We need to We need to attract them By using What they want I was in my Bed Craving a smoke So I went downstairs Looking around Peering Searching Something to ease my mind Please I went To the garage Its horrific How pollution Like an empty package Can make its way Into our ocean A box of something that needed to be Wrapped up tight Something That someone cared about And shipped to a friend Or lover The box Wrapped in plastic To keep it safe from eroding for the next 100 years or so Went from Paterson To a shipping center in Cranbury for Amazon To Deal To the pipes that spill into the water Underneath that bridge that girl was killed At In Belmar To the ocean depths Farther out Past the ****** party boats Overcrowded with drunkards Who have no business fishing Out past the private charters With their fish finders And dynamite And out past the big waves That rock the shipping containers That held the package once Past the girl At the bottom of this Particular piece of ocean The box unraveled Like the meaning of what was inside And the plastic wrap came off It floated up Gravity is backwards underwater And wrapped itself around a Yellow Shark Right between the fins And the gills The predator got used to it And the plastic stayed It's skin deformed Morphing around our intrusion The shark was alive And it knew more about the world Then you and I ever could There was nothing to smoke in the garage Not in the golf bags I checked every pocket Or my old safe I used to bring to Summer Camp Nothing in the washing machine the last Tenant owned Not under the towels Or inside the summer Umbrellas So I searched inside There was nothing In the nightstand Or the drawers Nothing in the desk Or the jar Nothing under the hats Or in the shoebox Nothing in my old books But A piggy bank I emptied it out And counted the change inside There was $1.75 As I reached in To get the noisy coins That didn't fall I pulled out an omen It was a quarter With the texture of a shark And a color Black as the ocean At night

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How many worms have Made a home Out of the Bits of rubber tire And tree bark in the playground At the Sunday School Where I first learned Hebrew Can I fix this rip in my jeans that Keeps getting a little bigger Every time I slide my leg in And my toe gets caught in the Negative space I started a collage Of ripped out pages from Fahrenheit 451 And a Highly Classified Army/Navy Manuel Specifying the different threat levels And codes And Troop Commands During a Nuclear or Chemical Attack On American Soil I stole it when I was removing debris From homes destroyed by a hurricane On the Barrier Islands with my brother A few strangers And a lizard I called Little Eyes Is the big picture starting to come together I’ve been listening to a lot of Swedish Trash Punk recently Maybe I’ll give myself a tattoo That says Anarchy Dies With Me Right across my neck And a Safety Pin earring The consulate was acting strange After I drove through the glass doors of the Embassy in my McLaren I said I’d like to immigrate to A Clockwork Orange Drink Milk and be Ultra Violent Next time you come home Make sure you bring zip-ties A tire Your old hair An apology note Three bags of flour A harmonica And some bribe money For our favorite elected official I have an idea

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Mar 5, 2018

Mar 5, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC

Paint You Gold

How many worms have Made a home Out of the Bits of rubber tire And tree bark in the playground At the Sunday School Where I first learned Hebrew Can I fix this rip in my jeans that Keeps getting a little bigger Every time I slide my leg in And my toe gets caught in the Negative space I started a collage Of ripped out pages from Fahrenheit 451 And a Highly Classified Army/Navy Manuel Specifying the different threat levels And codes And Troop Commands During a Nuclear or Chemical Attack On American Soil I stole it when I was removing debris From homes destroyed by a hurricane On the Barrier Islands with my brother A few strangers And a lizard I called Little Eyes Is the big picture starting to come together I’ve been listening to a lot of Swedish Trash Punk recently Maybe I’ll give myself a tattoo That says Anarchy Dies With Me Right across my neck And a Safety Pin earring The consulate was acting strange After I drove through the glass doors of the Embassy in my McLaren I said I’d like to immigrate to A Clockwork Orange Drink Milk and be Ultra Violent Next time you come home Make sure you bring zip-ties A tire Your old hair An apology note Three bags of flour A harmonica And some bribe money For our favorite elected official I have an idea

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I am the Psychonaut Who smoked Toad Venom First There isn’t A simple answer The rain On my tongue That the ancestor Asked for Do you know that sound Someone makes When they are Trying to describe Their mind being blown Like the whistling of a bomb Or an embrace by a loved one Like a rare guide to creation Or a video showing god Like a massive cult Or an anonymous host Restless leg syndrome Can creep up into your arms Your fingernails will grow long Your patience short Measure one against the other Drugs to keep me up And down I’m making coffee at 3 In the morning again Who knows if I’m awake I’m hoping This has been a dream And I’m on the edge Of a creek In South America Foaming at the mouth From DMT More likely than not I’m in my room Wishing I was in yours Wishing we stay together A long time

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Mar 5, 2018

Mar 5, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC

I Hope You Had A Good Saturday

I am the Psychonaut Who smoked Toad Venom First There isn’t A simple answer The rain On my tongue That the ancestor Asked for Do you know that sound Someone makes When they are Trying to describe Their mind being blown Like the whistling of a bomb Or an embrace by a loved one Like a rare guide to creation Or a video showing god Like a massive cult Or an anonymous host Restless leg syndrome Can creep up into your arms Your fingernails will grow long Your patience short Measure one against the other Drugs to keep me up And down I’m making coffee at 3 In the morning again Who knows if I’m awake I’m hoping This has been a dream And I’m on the edge Of a creek In South America Foaming at the mouth From DMT More likely than not I’m in my room Wishing I was in yours Wishing we stay together A long time

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The time is 3:13 am I saw someone with your hair today She walked with grace This stranger But you make the world crumble When you step Leonardo was invited to design one Person During his time in heaven There was no Aura of fire around this girl Do you remember when we went to the beach 72 Days from now You stepped into the wake And I watched the water boil Or the day You started giggling When I asked What is it You lifted me up without touching me And as you floated to meet me Said Wanna see where I grew up I want you to kick me under the lunch table really hard And give me a look that says we should have went to prom together My favorite place Is a Burlington Coat Factory Near Ramapo College From the parking lot You can see all of Manhattan If you have time this year Can we go to the Newark Airport I’ll rent a 93 Toyota Avalon We can lay on the hood Throw m&m’s up in the air And try to catch them in our mouths Every time a plane comes over us When I imagine you I imagine a day like today Not a lot of snow Enough to make you that mix of Hot chocolate and coffee My head in your lap Looking up at your smile Your favorite movie bounces off your face The time is 5:54 am Inside of the car Air is visible My fingers don’t feel my skin burning They are so cold Here is a scene From the Punisher Movie That came out in 2004 A man is hanging upside down from a chain Another man is putting a steak on a plate The Steak Man tells The Upside Down Man Some flames The blue ones you know They are so hot It will feel as if your freezing You won’t be able to tell Your flesh is boiling The Upside Down Man squirms When he hears a blowtorch The ones that have a tank on the bottom The Steak Man laughs And sticks a popsicle hard into the Upside Down Man's back as he burns the meat There’s an interesting disconnect between How I see my heart My visualization Full Red and alive Comely And the thick Unimaginable mass Fighting to breathe That it is It feels at the moment As if you were right here My chest is hollowed out In a euphoric way That specific rhythm you hear in your throat when you are as close to the outside of your eyes as possible I can hear every synapse crackling with electricity There’s lightning behind these eyes I thought I told you I was blind but now I see I sang that in Carnegie Hall Fire The truest form of human intelligence Feeding those around with energy Saving them And showing anger Divine in spirit and truth You take your time And I love that People in ancient times thought lightning To be celestial fire I am still la torre However I used to be the two men falling ou Now I am the structure that holds firm Ivory still With Defenses Made By Tesla and King David The time is 6:33 am I always wanted to meet someone Who had those vines That weave between fencing on the side of a house The jungle path would lead to the window of their room You woke me up 20 minutes ago By jumping on top of me and pounding on my chest You started yelling It’s snowing Over and over again until I hit you with a pillow You stood up still on the bed And started dancing What is the best poetry you asked Your drive Your spirit All of the fire I can see behind your eyes You tell me every day as I fight my battles As I strike outside our window War has a price You bring me the truth And a home with a fireplace The time is 6:52 am I think I’m going to go to sleep

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Mar 5, 2018

Mar 5, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC

There’s A Whistle Sound When I Breathe

The time is 3:13 am I saw someone with your hair today She walked with grace This stranger But you make the world crumble When you step Leonardo was invited to design one Person During his time in heaven There was no Aura of fire around this girl Do you remember when we went to the beach 72 Days from now You stepped into the wake And I watched the water boil Or the day You started giggling When I asked What is it You lifted me up without touching me And as you floated to meet me Said Wanna see where I grew up I want you to kick me under the lunch table really hard And give me a look that says we should have went to prom together My favorite place Is a Burlington Coat Factory Near Ramapo College From the parking lot You can see all of Manhattan If you have time this year Can we go to the Newark Airport I’ll rent a 93 Toyota Avalon We can lay on the hood Throw m&m’s up in the air And try to catch them in our mouths Every time a plane comes over us When I imagine you I imagine a day like today Not a lot of snow Enough to make you that mix of Hot chocolate and coffee My head in your lap Looking up at your smile Your favorite movie bounces off your face The time is 5:54 am Inside of the car Air is visible My fingers don’t feel my skin burning They are so cold Here is a scene From the Punisher Movie That came out in 2004 A man is hanging upside down from a chain Another man is putting a steak on a plate The Steak Man tells The Upside Down Man Some flames The blue ones you know They are so hot It will feel as if your freezing You won’t be able to tell Your flesh is boiling The Upside Down Man squirms When he hears a blowtorch The ones that have a tank on the bottom The Steak Man laughs And sticks a popsicle hard into the Upside Down Man's back as he burns the meat There’s an interesting disconnect between How I see my heart My visualization Full Red and alive Comely And the thick Unimaginable mass Fighting to breathe That it is It feels at the moment As if you were right here My chest is hollowed out In a euphoric way That specific rhythm you hear in your throat when you are as close to the outside of your eyes as possible I can hear every synapse crackling with electricity There’s lightning behind these eyes I thought I told you I was blind but now I see I sang that in Carnegie Hall Fire The truest form of human intelligence Feeding those around with energy Saving them And showing anger Divine in spirit and truth You take your time And I love that People in ancient times thought lightning To be celestial fire I am still la torre However I used to be the two men falling ou Now I am the structure that holds firm Ivory still With Defenses Made By Tesla and King David The time is 6:33 am I always wanted to meet someone Who had those vines That weave between fencing on the side of a house The jungle path would lead to the window of their room You woke me up 20 minutes ago By jumping on top of me and pounding on my chest You started yelling It’s snowing Over and over again until I hit you with a pillow You stood up still on the bed And started dancing What is the best poetry you asked Your drive Your spirit All of the fire I can see behind your eyes You tell me every day as I fight my battles As I strike outside our window War has a price You bring me the truth And a home with a fireplace The time is 6:52 am I think I’m going to go to sleep

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