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tonic-for-the-seafarer
tonic-for-the-seafarer
Netherlander Put me on / Like your tightest dress / / Take me off like / A band-aid
Stamped out like a fire I cooked you on the stove Thick on a spoon Over the coils Until you just Started to boil The wonderful Thrill Of Blood Stopped up quick And the drip of the needle The flavor The kiss Back black nowhere nothing never ever ever ever cared
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Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC
Bruise
Lead ***** Indian glowing on the desert horizon plastered on a postcard taped to the dashboard your palm reads like a road map to hell and back scars made up and stapled shut lipstick stained paper cup crystallized amphetamines in a bag coat hanger lock pick got me in not out of this drink up little darling liquor costs me nothing tongue on your neck sharp teeth on your neck dull teeth on your neck love me to death **** me to death drink me to death share a cigarette yeah yeah share a cigarette all your gonna get all youll ever get down in the canyon with the coyotes they all wanna know all wanna show what im dealin with up up goes the bottle down down goes the fire into my head playing with knives got me ****** standing up straight stumble heavy apologizing for preying on a defensless calf blood suckle sunday desert flavored sundae rattle snake humming son of a preacher call call yellow eye call call blue eye call all the children back to the fold I'm part of the pack now feeling so fast now teeth to the throat now yeah yeah heavy is the lust heavy is the lust heavy is the lust heavy is the lust heavy is the lust heavy is the lust for blood] for ****
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC
Heavy
You felt like paper Flimsy and unsure I was afraid to take A picture with my Mind. You might Float away when the flashbulb shines Losing control of Everything Because all I can Remember Is kissing you in the summer Sliding my hand up the back of your skirt I loved you I really really did When I knew nothing else But the skin on your face Glowing green in the dashboard light I cant think of another line for this poem My heart is too broken to remember the rest
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
Locked
Paralell universe Ransom note Bluegrass makes me cry when its slow I think about Pittsburgh and your apartment The corner bar Down the street where we leaned on the stone Terribly drunk Love sick I touched your cheek Your soft hair twisted in my fingers The day you packed your case Slamming it on the bed Your face red and full of tears And I couldn't drink enough And I couldn't stop the train wreck I turned to stone there sitting on the edge Of |our| bed I ****** everything with a pulse to get your taste off my tongue But it lingered on the sheets and |your| pillow The sheets once blessed by your silken hips Love can **** but I think cheap ***** will beat her to it
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
The hawk circled the canyon once Drifting on gentle wind currents Natural silent That ************ could be my spirit animal A tooth in my pocket I broke in a bar fight Big Blondie broke a chair on my lips As I lay there screaming through my fingers Warm blood seeping through my skin ...maybe I do deserve it Everything smelled like beer, **** and dirt Maybe that's rock bottom No, I hit rock bottom When you folded me up And slipped me between the pages of your book Leaving me on the shelf to wither and die I buried my tooth on the edge of that canyon Where the hawk circled Then I thought of you no more
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 1:01 AM UTC
Chrysanthemum
Crippled letters of mass destruction Split my globe in two A left hemisphere full of right handed clones A right hemisphere brimming with sweethearts It's so warm down south Where fingers search For life in the bog Ah, there in the shallows I found your frog
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Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
Italics
***** Wag your tail Put me in your mouth beautiful Let me swim around awhile in them eyes you got Jump up and down on your fingers Twist my tongue Linger Linger It's okay to want suicide I am your bullet                    Do you like my scars? I hate them... I took a razor to them once... and the scars grew Sally-step-on-the-cracks Break me in half I want hands and fingers Broken Tears that shine like the skyline A whimper and your whine The back seat heat Thunder beat I am so hopped up on crystillian summer I fell in love with your beach towel And your bikini falling off
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Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 3:01 PM UTC
Sally