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Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles castanets

Remove me from this hall of mirrors
This filthy glass

Are you her
Do you look like that
How could you be when
no one ever could
~~~

Poet of the call-girl storm

She left a note on the bedroom door.
“If I’m out, bring me to.”
~~~

I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/your eyes

Death is a good disguise
for late at night

Wrapping all games in its calm garden

But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile

I’ll still take you then
But I’m your friend
 Aug 2015 Barefoot writer
Neex
You caught the butterflies,
Put them in a jar.

Please let them out,
I miss the feelings,
When they flutter.
Please.
 Aug 2015 Barefoot writer
TYRAN
Walking down the street while the street is dead.
Comfort in my head there is the coldest bed.
Out from the abyss is where my dreams have led.
***** all the words that I haven't said.
Who says I can't be great like the lord I praise?
Stuck beneath my shadow was my darkest days.
Pray that I get rid of these ugly ways.
Why live the same if you don't feel the same?
Who's to blame for the worldwide lies?
Who's to say you won't see past the sky?
Who's to know where you're gonna go?
When the loud goes quiet and the wind just blows...
Be great, nothing's stopping you.

— The End —