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Sometimes Starr May 2019
The blue sky protrudes into my eyes,
But the day's beauty is not lost on me.

I'm happy to have gotten through handcuffs and jail cells,
Happy to paint red roses along cranial fractures

It's weird knowing you're crazy.
As the world pulls my guts,
I just want to slide into my best body
Or grasp it quickly with a passionate hand.
Sometimes Starr May 2019
this carnival world wobbles on my reeling head,
listing here and twisting there, fumbled words
and hapless dread
i am the paradise walker who knows he is sane
who doesn't want to say,
who doesn't want to say
that everything is fine

i may not own land on the highest hill, sweet eden's ******* child
i may only have a silver 2005 honda cr-v
and a couple other things
and i may not have the key that unlocks the door
that hides the room
of shuddering riches
but for me it will be fine
with my jealous, smoldering eyes

i try hard
not to be that guy.
Sometimes Starr May 2019
The sensation of separate complices
A summation of neural activites,
Wherein lies the experience,
Out of which unfolds an impossible self
Into which leaks a necessitated calamity

You are a walking catastrophe
Better stick to harmony
Best to learn some theory
Blue note, blue note, rest.
It's just a theory but it's really like science
Sometimes Starr May 2019
Revisit the infinite
Decline a gift
Oh, you'll never know what you lost
Was it nothing
Was it everything
Was it somewhere in between?

I know the kiss of your summertime lips
They taste like salt, and lilac
And *** and coke

You don't disappoint, my clear christine
Your love tastes like
A nectarine
Sometimes Starr May 2019
a mind lost
in the froth of its own thought
largely amorphous,
but sometimes it cuts through.
Sometimes Starr May 2019
Hacking apart,
Beating to a ****** pulp,
Leave that part intact,
Not sure what I'm saying,
Hack it apart,
Beat it to mush,
That makes no sense
I only know where I'm from
I don't know what to say,
I cringe at the person I am
Sometimes Starr May 2019
My disjunct body parts produce exotic results,
A grey mush that does erupt at times with fire
And many different colors
But weaker for the strange arrangement
Of nervous tissue

Over time I have become sad and lazy
Over time i hope to become
A nice old man
Not too bitter
Not too blue
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