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Busbar Dancer Feb 2016
Charcoal cook fire and a cold beer. *******, winter!
Spring cometh, poets... what's your favorite smell?
Busbar Dancer Feb 2016
I wish I was the kind of person that liked Bjork.
Alas, I am not.
The Pixies are cool, and
I like every band Glen Danzig has ever been in,
but that isn't fashionable.
I really did turn into a Martian though.

Lately, its been all Vic Chesnutt with his 2 good fingers and
delicate warble.
**** I miss that guy.

Remember delicate warbles? Neither does Bjork.
hashtag light on Friday
hashtag #
#hashtag
# I don't really understand how this feature works
hashtag why cant we just use keyword searches this **** seems lazy
#sorry about that I was just lashing out because I get angry at things I don't understand. I didn't get my first computer until like 5 years ago and by then I was already 32 or 33 and well past the point where learning something new is comfortable
#**** yall anyways I don't owe you a ******* thing least of all an explanation this is a poetry site not a ******* hashtag factory
#sorry again no kidding things I don't understand confuse and enrage me. I full on freaked out at a Mongolian grill the other day because I couldn't figure out how to make Szechuan Shrimp happen
#if there is some secret alchemy to creating your favorite dish then why don't they post a chart or graph or something
#next time Im just going to red ginger bistro where you say "id like the Szechuan shrimp please." and they say "Yes sir, Mr Vince, one minute."
#now Im super sad about my outburst
#giants cry really big tears
#yall don't care. you never loved me
hashtagI know that isn't true. I miss you please come back
# whatevs
[doesn't every ugly thing
look good in cursive?]*

tattoo the image as a sleeve
like i'm too young to care
if you're taking care of yourself
vinylrecordshatteringvulnerableOHSO
it's not even summer yet
and i already know i ain't over a **** thing
love like your slender, lanky long body

large brown eyes and the smell of
smoke in your hair
hazel honey energy, making out on the balcony
promise land really is just a graveyard
of discarded lights like you and i
in the middle of a desert
and i can't think straight, not since your lips
first captured mine
  Feb 2016 Busbar Dancer
wordvango
last night on Free Credit check.com
it was as they said free, for me.
I awaited my number to appear,
a red warning light flashed
the page locked up
and kept me there
like an infested **** site does, I have heard,
when you search for free anything,
then in large case letters
this site said , because of me ,
they have lowered the credit ratings of every
lender that loaned me a dime.
I had to reboot my computer
and sign on in another name,
and
change my ssn#
and my phone number, again!
The phone rang all night.
My cat knocked it off the hook,
I swear.
  Feb 2016 Busbar Dancer
Traveler
Funny how strong we believe
Our fragile hearts to be
I've survived the world myself
In ghettos, in prisons
In institutions that deceive
I've prayed to gods for death
In the bottom of life's pit
I've suffered heartbreaks
Excruciating rips

A hundred years and it awakes
The phone call
The Facebook
The very public place
Scattered thoughts weave
Through piles of emotional debris
I hold my words in contemplation
I take a deep breath while inside I scream

The sharpest blades lay dormant longest
When a mere memory can reopen sores
I try to keep myself in the moment
But in this moment it's at the door

Hello, I haven't seen you in a very long, long time
Oh, by the way, why wouldn't you answer my call
But you knew I was drowning...
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