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Aug 2013 Daniel E Mickey

Jeremy Duff

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Today, a family friend marveled at how much I remind him of my father.
You must understand how much this scared me.
Nothing scares me more than addiction,
yet I perpetually submit myself to addictive behavior, substances, feelings.

These holes I've been digging cannot be dug forever.
There is a bottom and that is excommunication, prison, death.
No person will dig me out,
no person can.

The clock may move slower
after I use this,
and it may move quicker
after I use this.
It doesn't matter to me,
as long as moves in a way other than it does in sobriety.

The sun will rise and the sun will set,
all according to plan.
For hundreds of years into the future
astrologers have predicted at what time which stars
can be seen from certain locations on Earth.
Yet I do not know where I will be tomorrow.
I do not know who will be with me.
I do not know if my father will still love me,
or if we will still share a home, a family, blood.

Aug 2013 Daniel E Mickey

The Places We Have been

Aug 2013 Daniel E Mickey

Lucille Flott

The Places We Have been

Well if you look into my eyes
I might show you something new
But if you look into my eyes
I just might fall in love with you
And the words you say when you look at me
Take a one way train right to my heart
I’d love to tell you all these things
But I don’t know where to start

Because this road we’ve been travelin on
Is coming to an end
And I’m thinkin' bout all the places well go
And all the places we have been
And it’s hard to differenciate
The idea of love
And being just close friends
So if you could tell me all the places we’ll go
Or if I’ll be left with places that could have been

And the stars can show us
Just how small we really are
Or the moon can show us
That we’re not very far
From the people that we love
To the people we don’t know
The moon connects us all
To a place we call home

And I hope that you get
Wherever you are going
See maybe the stars
Maybe they are showing
Somewhere we’re supposed to be
And the places that we are
because the moon does have some craters
So I’m bound to have some scars

not finished....but part of a song i'm writing *folk*
inspired by my stupidity of falling in love or in like with everyone.... and always good friends

Aug 2013 Daniel E Mickey

All of December's Left Footed Children

Aug 2013 Daniel E Mickey

Ugo

All of December's Left Footed Children

99 cent wars, rooftops, Gibraltar Screaming "god bless the fabulous" Christs;

In the eyes of years
Man is king only over that which breathes,
So let's throw hugs in the air,
sit on flowers and vanish to Cook stones on the hips of Cleopatra
with all of December's left footed children

For through the cried ***** tears of furry German banana caskets,
Eternity awaits
In the failures of our greatest triumphs,

So let's dance

After all, Psychological Wednesday societies
Are only good for curing Xbox manifestos and Tuesday sanities

And if we died one day,
it sure won't be yesterday.

Aug 2013 Daniel E Mickey

Breakfast

Aug 2013 Daniel E Mickey

Jacques Prévert

Breakfast

He poured the coffee
Into the cup
He put the milk
Into the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
Into the coffee with milk
With a small spoon
He churned
He drank the coffee
And he put down the cup
Without any word to me
He emptied the coffee with milk
And he put down the cup
Without any word to me
He lighted
One cigarette
He made circles
With the smoke
He shook off the ash
Into the ashtray
Without any word to me
Without any look at me
He got up
He put on
A hat on his head
He put on
A raincoat
Because it was raining
And he left
Into the rain
Without any word to me
Without any look at me
And I buried
My face in my hands
And I cried

Aug 2013 Daniel E Mickey

Slow train

Aug 2013 Daniel E Mickey

John Edward Smallshaw

Slow train

Like the teeth on a saw
run through ragged and raw
and life would only give me more of the same
in who's name would I cry
who out there would try
to abstain from the vote?

Turncoats and traitors,sharp teeth,alligators all waiting to feed on the needs of the masses.
An ***** that passes many times on the spoon,soon forgotten as the need becomes stronger.
Faces that wait, become longer and thinner
but dinner is not on this menu, where ennui moves free to entomb you and me and nothing in this life comes packaged for free.

Do you see where we are heading while shedding the skin that wears thin on our bones?
fading into half tones in half lives
and in old wives tales where the nails are waiting by the coffin,is stating eloquently,
that we're going evidently
to the grave.

— The End —