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david badgerow Nov 2011
don't remind me
that the rent's due on tuesday
when i'm ***** deep
inside your sister.
don't expect me
to text you right back
if you call when
i'm getting a *******.
don't worry me
about getting groceries
if i'm busy
******* the earrings
off of your sister.
don't remind me
about the dishes in the sink
when i'm obviously
out of your reach.
david badgerow Nov 2011
I am a raging river fed by rain.
I flow hard against rocks and logs.
I flood my banks in the springtime
and I seep into valleys.
I catch leaves and seeds during the fall,
and I deposit them southward.
I drift along slowly in the winter.
I feed creeks and mountain streams
and greedy bears and hungry fisherman
and I brought the Grand Canyon down on it's knees.
I am the lifeblood of the mountain.

You can find me in the sweet nectar of the desert cactus.
david badgerow Nov 2011
i've scribbled my lies onto
napkin dispensers and
on bus stop windows
hoping their distorted reflection
would resemble someone i recognize

i'm sitting here between
train tracks between
reasons to live

the lump in my throat consists of
a tired shoelace
a broken wavelength
a bottlecap
a cigarette ****
a brick of charcoal
a shard of stained glass
david badgerow Nov 2011
wonder what this can sounds like when
i crush it against pavement
wonder what an ant thinks about
when he hears the word 'enslavement'
wonder what a star sounds like when
it's streaking across a night sky
wonder what your hand feels like when
it's held tightly by mine
wonder what a car sounds like when
you and i are ******* inside it
wonder what your smile feels like
and how your spit tastes inside it
david badgerow Nov 2011
i press my shoulder against a cool brick wall.
the birds are screaming at the sun
rodents hide in the thick grass and
burrow deep in the cool soft ground.
i will find a safe place to bury goals
and innocence, bad ideas
a new deck of cards
and a bottle of something.
i will mold you a statue of my kiss.
so beautiful it will cement your feet to the ground
so silent, all you'll hear is sound.
all i have in my pocket is a swiss army knife
half a pack of cigarettes
and a folded paper bird.
david badgerow Nov 2011
Let's play
Army;
I'll lay down,
******* to bits.
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