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That Guy Jan 3
The Judge, Jury, Jailer, and *******,
Come all at once
At the same time, In the same place.

At the same time, the trial begins
at any time.
In the morning, in the shower,
at the office, at the bar,
it doesn't matter
when or where,
it's only why
and why
and why and why and why and why and why.

They speak together:
"Why would you run from it with a 30 minute mile?"
"Why would you hide with the subtlety of a bull moose?"
"Why get out of bed when you know you won't make it?"
"Why waste that pain on your money and peace?"
"Why don't you just get it over with and die?"

And why
and why and why and why and why and why.
It's enough to drive you crazy.
But you know what they say,
Better to pull out your teeth
to feel some kind of way,
than feel nothing at all.
Weird brain stuff.
That Guy Dec 2019
Went home for Christmas,
and I found some love light there.
It's all I wanted.
Hope you find some too. If not just come to my house, we have pie.
  Dec 2019 That Guy
Travis Wilson
He ain't too quaint
That forlorn saint
Sat stop that rain soaked wood
He drags on his cigar, long and good
Flannel shirt and mud smeared Jean
On hard work did he wean
No, he ain't too quaint
That forlorn saint
But the sun sure kissed him hard
And left his skin crack'd and chard
And his fiercest lover yet
Is his own cursed sweat
That runs tenderly on his skin
While he works hard to purge the sin
Of being born a working man
That Guy Dec 2019
Why
One does not close the gap
of eleven years.

Because each one is a mile long and ten deep.

It's much easier to
Build a long rope bridge.

Because metal and stone take time to build out.

Easier but fleeting,
As it did collapse.

And I felt as though my efforts were wasted.

Cause' she couldn't give me
the real reason why.

Why she could leave me without a single word.
I wish I knew, but this is my best guess.
That Guy Dec 2019
My father's voice
Is quite like a canyon:
deep, rocky, and beautiful.

My father's voice
Is much like a desert:
dry, windy, and darkly colorful.

My father's voice
Is just like the ocean:
blue, misty, and black in it's reaches.

My father's voice
would be ever more pleasing
If he would just shut up.
I just need a moment of silence.
That Guy Dec 2019
ACT I
in a Gorgonopsid's mind, morning
oo, hungry
sniff ****
sniff sniff
no sniffkill
****
feed little
little cry hungry
little food me food
little cry moma
little no
food, ****, little
food **** food **** food ****

ACT II
in a dry grassland, afternoon
run hot run hot run hot run hot run hot
sniff ****
sniff sniff
SNIFF ****
RUN RUN **** RUN
SMALL HEAD!!
RUN RUN run run stop
hide
small head
hide crawl
no grass
...
.....
.......
RUN!!!
RUN **** RUN **** RUN ****
SMALL HEAD!
small head scream help, no help
JUMP
K  I   L     L
...
....
.....
ha ha, small slow head
food

ACT III
in the shade of a boulder, evening
little food
little eat
small yum head
good food
little sleep
...
good little

ACT IV
in the Gorgonopsid's den, night
hm?....
hot? night?
B     O      O      M
den crumbles
****!!
LITTLE
RUN RUN RUN RUN
OW!! FIRE!!
FIRE?! ROCK FIRE?!?
B   O   O   M
RUN RUN
SAVE LITTLE
SAV-
B     O      O      M
little cry moma
...
....
.....
......
fire

THE END
Gorgan moma and little have a lovely Sunday in the Permian era.
Kind of a weird one, just thought this was interesting
That Guy Dec 2019
more?
drip drop
in you pop
black as in plain
my only true friend
please ease my condition
yes appease my addiction
oh lord give me some substance strength
my brain hurts and my soul is aching
if I could rest just a little longer...
  couldn't kick you if i was stronger
dairy would make me a liar
sugar's for dishonest tongues
for your my strong weakness
your heat and sweetness
is bitter-sweet
am i fine
drip drop
drop
mornin'
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