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Jacquelyn Morgan Feb 2013
Milked and Pasteurized in infancy
I come of age and choke on the breast I've suckled and wrung.
Explore an open door of opportunity to meet the man who settled the seed.
Disappointed to find only horses, cracks, and neverland keys.
Recognize a social scheme of getting in, getting off, and moving on.
No longer ignorant in bliss,
Apparent to me that daddy left and all that's there is mother mirage.

She's climbing a ladder to complicated bliss,
Pockets full of posies, pills, and thrills.
Mind full of confliction,
self-deprecating inhibition-
hypocritical actions to condone.

Bake a cake.
Make a mermaid sandwich to oblivion
Talk metaphors to your minion.
Fake a place.
Call it home.

Be the hammer in my stone, help me tumble n' bow to your throne.
Sold me sideways lies and theory
Hypothetically, it seems to me that $commission$ was gained
from blackened eyes and skinned up knees
Come to find the wrinkled hand that led me was none but my own.

Guess your conscious forgot it's name
Guess your soul forgot my name.
Careful Grace that saved a wretch like no one.
She's carefully steppin' around your toes,
She's gracefully getting tired of recreating this unreality.

You're a ******' rabbit in a hole.
Lit a match and you've lost all self-control
What breaks you makes you.
What takes you, stakes you out to come and **** you, fake you
Knock on hidden hills door to get more
Swallow the roof that disproves your critics
Keeps you loose and ******* the alphabet dry.
Swallow Cold Alphabet Soup.  I try.
Jacquelyn Morgan Feb 2013
Barely Walks.
And does not sleep

day squinting
night in trance;

Moonblinked


& Anomie doesn’t speak 
What she thinks
Until she drink
Apart; life projector spreads in sheets



Anomie not loveable
so off she goes
with dogs in sheets
that bark and bones

& in the padded womb
zaps milky-Light
synthetic-filtered-bright
A spotlight for the bees
Getting Drunk between her Knees

Confusion explodes confetti
disorientation takes the plow
*** the only how
An ******; or a fake hopeless meow
She lives in mental corners
watching window borders
They push in; she falls out

Brand new day
Teeth on pillows crack
Anomie's mind
has to react
She's fast to split-
Spit out a rebuttal
method witty-tactix kit

No one tells her time to go
But when Bee's belly full
She-goes - Self-loathes
Morning Glories still shriveled in their pods
They own the glory of her story and her song

Hiding in sarcastic retreat for clean feet
under ***** water bathes
wipes off the meat

Not your friend
She's trouble to love
The dirtiest dove

Anomie is naked and she's hated
Take away the curtain glove
eye slit under sunlit
She recovers

Don't judge
it's all her love
but you ****** Anomie anyways
just because
The Thrill
Jacquelyn Morgan Jan 2013
First Word War
Pseudo Realistic
Ballistic Uninhibited
A missile sent to split 4 ways
Edify a Crisis in phases
Automaton Pretty Faces
In Disguise to Amaze
a general public of sheep
BLEEP BLEEP
bullet proof bodies unarmed
with spit charming critics
listeners are chirping crickets
culminating communication
this is project…
“Superior Legitimate Unfeeling Trend”
Capital Punishment designed for when
humans breathe on humans
stress is truth is fast
look looming
wade in boozeblues keep on using
mayhem amusing
to pigs in fatso pen
***** rich and booming
sucker fish snoozing
we execute plan z
permanent marker losing
Jacquelyn Morgan Jan 2013
Daisy Love

Say something about your petals that have fallen astray
Lets hear about
your green grass view  sprinkled  wet on sunny days
When innocent lips graze
Sour icicle breath on sweet Sundays
Express a time when all 7 petals mine
Perfectly aligned
Told no story of weather and time.

Pluck one - through seven plucks later
Daisy stump tell the world how the
Innocence fell
From the height of grace
To rough asphalt hell.

When all thats left is pollen stains
And leaf veins.
From playin the game
Pluck
to love me
Pluck
to love me not
Pluck
to love me
Pluck
to love me not
plucked at the soul
daisy stripped of self
Ruined after all

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