Musty old volume
an intelligence encased
brittle paper snaps




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Sally's oven is on highest heat
Shaken and baking the meat, a treat
All the trimmings set forth
Her bird's a rising north
The game ****'s glow knocked her off her feet

Logan Robertson

9/19/2019

A survival skill learned;
do not poke the angry bear.

leave me
you know
you don't need me

I picked the moon
off the sky
she's inside my pocket

She's mine
She's mine

don't lie

I won't believe you this time

leaving
so soon
I know
you don't need me

the moon is mine
the moon is mine

She's going to leave me

and
she will always comes back to me

She's a liar
a fine liar
I believe her

shaking my head
she's just like the rest

followed her footsteps
into it

angels don't help me

there she goes
lying her way through it
she's so gone
I can't save her
so I drown

down
into
this
sea of bitterness

we're so lost
feels all wrong

I learned from the worst

nothing matters

nothing ever matters
with her

my love is stained with anger
you're two men in one man's body
the one that never told a lie
the other one invented very concept

Sally went shopping for a new car
Her old one lost it's spark, zip and flair
She searched high and, ahem, low
Striking out finding her glow
For now she'll catch a ride at the bar

Logan Robertson

9/06/2019