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 May 2014 Ghos
Chris T
Alarm - 7:30AM
Gonna cook.
Eggs. Bacon.
Read the paper.
Jog in the park.
Be productive.
I'll... I'll...
***** it.
Alarm - Off.
Gonna sleep.
 Apr 2014 Ghos
Chris T
I'd finger you with
mozzarella sticks
any day or night.
...you just tell me when."
 Apr 2014 Ghos
Chris T
our nearest Dennys
was shut down and we were drunk
so we crashed our car.
Haha hella old.
 Apr 2014 Ghos
Chris T
I have eaten the last of the Corn Pops
and I feel like life no longer holds meaning .
Perhaps the calcium overdose from eating
a cereal box with a gallon of whole milk in 1 hour
will **** me and soon enough I'll never have
this empty lost feeling ever again.  
In other words... I'm still hungry.
More old stuff. Breakfast based poetry.
 Apr 2014 Ghos
Chris T
i'm a loose hair on your diner scrambled eggs:
undesired.
another food based oldie.
 Apr 2014 Ghos
Chris T
Fresh caught fish and chips
at the harbor side shop - fog.
Tourists' photograph.
More food poems
 Apr 2014 Ghos
Chris T
After so long searching
I found the perfect peach
hanging from a tree at
eye level and I knew
the journey was all done.
(So thank you)
 Apr 2014 Ghos
Chris T
I dreamt of you (again).
It's a bit weird
for that to happen
with someone
I so rarely talk to
but there you were,
there we were.

In my room
on a rug I don't own,
flat on the floor
staring up at
the ceiling fan
listening to some
indie band on vinyl
that apparently
you seemed to like,
and we were smiling,
(I don't know about you
but smiling isn't something
I do too frequently
outside of sleeping visions)
and it was
as if it'd
finally
found us, the
happiness
we wanted.

Like watching an indie flick that
uses too much 'cam filter'
I saw it all unfold,
those two figures there
on the floor, song
ending and
your hand,
mine,

together.
the dream was
over as
the alarm rang.
god I hope
this happens.
I don't own
a record
player but
for you I'll
buy like ten
to make this
reality.
This one is like... 5 months old. Might as well post everything, even the dung ones. I haven't edited it so... (Haha i never do)
 Apr 2014 Ghos
Chris T
such a greasy pan.
mornin' bacon sizzlin' - our
cholesterol high.
the first of many from new project because i'm bored.
 Mar 2014 Ghos
Chris T
there's a shadow
in the coffee shop,
at the back of
the coffee shop,
on the wobbly
chair, table,
resting on
peach walls
taking slow seeps
from a large cup.

there's someone
attached to
said shadow but
it holds no
emotion,
it holds no
expression,
it's not
alive,
it's not
willing,
it's trapped.

poor thing,
it is
nothing
more than
a shadow
on a coffee shop
wall.
work in progress.
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