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I'd been gaining weight
and losing money.
Between the *****
and the stromboli,
I was getting fat.

Fat and poor.

But in a strike of sudden genius
an idea lit up the dim light bulb
hanging over my head.

I realized the solution lied
right in front of me the whole
******* time.

My tolerance for ***** is high,
and my food consumption
wasn't helping.

So I was buying more and more
beers and shots and bottles and cases
to try and get a buzz after dinner.

So I stopped eating dinner.

It saves me money on food,
and my god I can finally get drunk again!

My wallet is happy,
my mind is quiet,
I'm skinny as ****, and
breakfast has never tasted so good.
Go inside,
close the blinds
and wonder why
I can't seem to find
somebody worth my time.
I only like you when your drunk
so save me for later.
Because I don't really care about you
I just care how much you care about me.
So sail with me, are you seaworthy?
Seven shots of brandy,
seven beers,
try and keep up, okay?
The pressure of this lust
pressing against the backs of my eyeballs
is driving me to tears.

I shake and sweat,
filled with doubt and with regret,
god, my head is pounding.

**I want to ******* to death.
It's too late to stop now,
and far too early to start over.
Strip enough lights from our lives
and you'll find that we're all blind.

Feeling along walls,
and stubbing our toes
in the long darkness.

Be my light, my Polaris,
be my full moon in the night,
and save me from myself.

Save me from this begotten hell
that we've so carefully crafted
within our own hearts and minds.
The hate is killing me.

These cigarettes hate you.
This beer hates you.
These shots of brandy hate you.
The blunt hates you.

But I swear I still love you.
Again we've come 'round, baby,
living in this dead end town.
When I stop to think about
the days gone by,
it makes me resent
all the decisions
that I was too afraid to make,
and all the time we've wasted
not ******* the nights away
or robbing banks together
or traveling the world
or going to plays
or just loving each other.

I resent all this wasted time
spent alone, baby..

But, maybe if we did end up together
you'd turn out to be
a real numb ****,
and I'd be longing
to be alone.

I'll never know.
ABC
Allow me to project my insides
Beside your ear.
Certainly you can
Determine how the
Emptiness within my body
Forgoes the exuberance
Gathered on the surface.
Haphazardly phrased fragments
I speak
Just to be heard, even faintly.
Knowing my words
Level worlds,
Monopolize hearts,
Negate negativity,
Omitted from the explicit.
Perfectly formed fractures
Qualm me as they
Reverberate through my body
Slithering their way
Through Timothy's
Universe.
Viciously assaulting
Where they fit best.
Xenobiotic and almost parasitic
Yarns about a
Zealous life not yet lived
© June 21th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
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