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trf Aug 2019
i breathe in pain
and exhale art
i smoke freedom
to handcuff dark

brush stroke feelings
flit my escape
i shift notion
like fire flies

yellow shades blue
our canvas dies
i am in lieu
do not revive
trf Jul 2019
i've been thinking bout dying,
no resolve you'll comply with,
ain't no use to keep fightin,
never dreamed of you.

i spend time in my basement,
a downstairs mind with a facelift,
my body's here you're adjacent,
cannot see your view.

i met a girl in the city,
accepts me for who i am,
tongues like heaven while kissing,
we express our truth.

we would never suffice,
it's the same disease,
we're worlds apart
baby it's alright,
but our souls...
they gotta move on.
4 minutes 3 seconds with a grin...
trf Jul 2019
remember when mourning doves
used to loop their song,
hula hooping chorus grooves
flooding dew drops at dawn.

feet wake dancing under sheets,
restless legs stretch long
upon shaky knees
preceding rush hour like fawn.

metropolis blues
beat twenty four seven
like hotels and hospitals,
their pulse.
trf May 2019
mosaics fade, jaded blue,
industry whistles a spineless chorus
and smells like arsenic,

fire snakes the Aztec two step
while howling winds rush ash + rain
around river bends,

paralleled landscapes drape sunset showers
and dry heat escapes the golden moon,
peyote chills a warpaint shade
from dusk till desert dawn.
trf Apr 2019
apple red lips
stick to a pause
of silence for once

question
does not forgive
answer
and lies do not
surprise

black pumps
click like horse shoes
fading from
the carriage

another one gone,
the hour glass girl
with a perilous tongue,
whose sand is dust
on my doorstep

needle drops
record spins
chechez la femme
trf Mar 2019
close your eyes when
smoky mirrors reflect a fragile soul,
sporadic drips from the faucet
hit cigarette stained porcelain
and you're not in control.

candy corn orange battles
yellow cowardice grips,
over brick roads and white tips
of which you will walk upon.

bleach seeps into crevasses
weakening white ivory,
rationalizing your pores
to blister like sun damaged skin,
your reflection.
damage
trf Mar 2019
These days, these days
conflate a man,
Don't you listen to thee

I'm decibels on a hill
mistaken by sand,
My candid lunacy

Spurned one, spurned one,
take my hand,
Forever in company
Forever in company
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