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James Brian Ker Feb 2013
The night is not young
The night has rinkles
And tells terrible storys
About being bitter

but this night drives fast
And smokes menthols
Keeps the neighbors up late
With their antics,

Teenage dreams ascend
Cloudy with the white
And the stains of fun.
The night has jumped the gun.
James Brian Ker Feb 2013
To take a stroll,
Down the alleyways
Down the causeways
And brain waves
Of my ever burning mind

Is to sink 60 feet into snow
And to ask yourself
Just how deep can this possibly go?
James Brian Ker Feb 2013
Like the flower
I bloom

Like the grass
I sway

Like the well
I provide

But like the flower
I wilt

And like the grass
Seasonal

Just as the well gives water
I take
James Brian Ker Feb 2013
I take a cigarette lighter to my family,,
Heat up the spoon I'm fed from,
And smell the muddy waters.

It's the intravenous extraction of the little love I have left.
James Brian Ker Feb 2013
When Im on the little blue,
Its stupid to get close with you,
All I want
Is something new.

It's the prescribed predestined paranoia pill.
"I can't focus"
"here take your fill"
Addictions just another refill.

The truck driver focus
In my tricycle body
Is just a big greased blue shelled scam
And we call it 60 miligrams
James Brian Ker Feb 2013
Dreamt

I drank too much coffee,
I'm talking, way to much coffee,
Kind of like drinking too much gasoline,
I am currently on fire.

My pulse,
Scary repetitons

My heart,
Spinning andromeda like.

My legs,
Tired like mile walks in wet sand

My eyes,
Closed shut like too much of whatever you like

My fingers,
wet from the acetone
But it's not so, because there is NO acetone.
Just this lingering smell of manufactured chaos.

Of course you figure I like the smell.
That its a blooming poppy
Pheromones and such.
It is, and
I do.
James Brian Ker Feb 2013
Home boy thought he was a killer
Kept a necklace round his neck

In a villa near manila
A strange accurance
Small body found dead
Little ***** died underneath the currents

Homeboy was sure of his assurance
A good swimmer
His name was probably Laurence

He was just a few feet from shore,
When this Alligator about six feet or four,

His eyes went wide, bug eyed and crazy
This is when it all got a little hazy
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