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Cardboard Grey Mar 2013
It's five in the morning.
Dogs are kicking there legs.
Your friends are sleeping
Or trying to.
Youth stale as drinks
left over night
and wasted.
A lot like your friends
Except no one cares as much.
Cardboard Grey Mar 2013
Education sat beaten
Between smoke banana walls
in the southwest corner
Of a building bubbling nonsense
I sat proud and tense
Eager
Clutching at some no name chance
To lurk and let down
I gained your attention and lost purpose
managing to tiptoe
Into sincerity
Cardboard Grey Mar 2013
Any feeling that I have
comes from my throat
but it's brewed in my heart
and buried in my soul.
A bitter ale
beyond red tail
and Mendocino swells.
The grapes in all
the wrath of fall
and stories that we tell.
Cardboard Grey Jan 2013
Learn to keep your head above water.
Enough to watch all the ships sail off.
Wading or conditioning,
know you will never build a boat.
Sensitivity is the boot on your head
drowning you.
Always feeling light enough to carry.
Its drowning you.
Just in time to miss the ships,
swallowed in sunsets and blue deserts.
But maybe you find Atlantis.
Cardboard Grey Jan 2013
I am the emotional ostrich that you have made.
You have bred me to hate
To trust no one of flesh.
Vain outlets you will never read.
The sun will never see itself rise.
You are a list of let downs
And post-its of false promise.
Compulsive like the moon
Spinning through everything and nothing.
You are the core of my being
And remain the sand in my ears.
Cardboard Grey Dec 2012
And it all amounts to nothing.
It starts where it ended.
Never known for what but
for who.
A bike made for two.
Road alone and long
In the crack you shouldn't have
and the space you never fill.
Its teaming.
Flowing and running and going
never stopping like
emotion
not rational.
Freestyle what they see
they are society.
They are what they say you shouldn't.
You want to be
what you wont accept.
Cardboard Grey Nov 2012
Sartre could have taken Ghandi

In a burger eating contest,
or a bar fight;
they are dead.

No matter who you are,
you will die.

Torch your temples,
set fire to the preachers,
and **** on ash.

Embrace it.
Welcome this conflagrative absolve.
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