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 Aug 2012 Jack Piatt
KM Jones
You got the whole ******* town in this war.

Look left, brake right.
It's nothing but coasted stop signs and run red lights.
Head on collisions. No casualties.
No worries, nothing open heart surgery can't fix.
Casual strolls have become grounds for catastrophic collapses.
Holey teeshirts. Newspaper clippings. The old business building. Top 40 radio.

Seriously, you even make  ******* i n g  pop songs depressing.

I string together old pieces of poetry to create the illusion that I still remember how to write.


The worst part is you didn't rob me of this...
Didn't take my heart and run...
I gave it to you.

And I don't ever want it back.
Stay stripped
bare.
Be promiscuous.

**** words when you write.
What I do take,
makes tomorrow.
Goodbyes, do not happen,
until the next day.
Closed eyes.
Goodbyes.
Until next times.
Why sleep,
only to wake in analysis.
Red eyes; because sleep is
for death.
When your arms go numb,
you find release.
Dark circles.
Light moans.
Sleep deprivation.
Self deprecation.
REALationships.
A man stuck in the clouds,
because walking on solid ground,
will eventually become worn;
cracks form
and spread,
and that is time.
Time makes no mistake.
Time shows the etch lines,
sketched in a face.
The rings on a log.
The ***** jewel.
Words that still resonate.
 Jul 2012 Jack Piatt
Pen Lux
Tough break, my love
you can't shake my love.
It's just a bullet, you can take it,
try and bite without leaving a mark
so that your thoughts don't send too far.
Off in the distance there's a sky room,
you keep showing me the light
and I can't help but walk behind it.
The way we match is blinding.

I fall into holes, it's easy enough for you,
pull me out.
My reasons are
stretching out,
further in the morning,
to cycle through my head all day.
You're my sweetness, my fear.
A subtle lust filling me with wonder,
this trust sends me under in a race
with my bones
against your bones.

Share your temptations
and stop them.

A rejection of phrases you use to define yourself,
you're too distracted with trying to fix the
constantly breaking other parts of what you're made of to look inside.
Just open your eyes!

You must have two hearts,
you devil,
you charm.
You must be hiding something
and protecting something
and wondering.
How much longer till this ship tips, breaks forward and flips?
there you are
thrashing in the water
and you kick
and carry and sink
and hold your breath
and feel yourself
being
dragged
down
by
precious cargo you won't dismiss.

Do you dare recognize your own happiness
and the extended prolonging of it?
Or follow orders and swim while you're drowning
in the darkness to find the shore you scream for?
It is over now.
I bow my head as you leave,
Rain fills your footprints.
It is one of those nights
When I can only stare out the window
at the yellow crescent moon
As my thoughts rage.
But the moon is fuzzy because my
eyes aren't perfect
And finally the clouds obscure it
completely
So that I just give up
And make another attempt to sleep.
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