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Brujo Alligatore Feb 2017
My unconscious competence gets me in so many situations
Pregnant with possibilities
And my conscious fool
Aborts them all
There was such a horrific typo in this for the first few days of its existence. If I had any integrity or ***** or trust in readers, I would have left it. It proved the point of the underlying idea better than this ****** "poem".
Brujo Alligatore Feb 2017
I ruin everything
I fear I'll forget how to be me
It seems to be not up to me whether I do or not
So it'll probably be ok
I keep getting mad and sad at pretty much
The same stuff
Familiar things make "me" happy
Even when I don't try
Brujo Alligatore Feb 2017
Real love
And the required
Blood essence sacrificed
To keep it live
And the horrible things learned
Of self and others
Brujo Alligatore Feb 2017
Circle swallowed by the swirl
In the darkest folded furl
Around and around
Toward the center
Brujo Alligatore Feb 2017
She mostly didn't mean
For that to happen
Brujo Alligatore Feb 2017
If it weren't for the fact I do everything wrong
I'd forget who I am all the way
Brujo Alligatore Jan 2017
Probably something vile about orange bell peppers
They feel so healthy to me
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