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jiminy-littly Feb 12
The tremors of the heart
Can be mended

But slowly, slowly, slowly

Would you care to be laden by the fire?
O, someday, someday, someway

Will you dare ever waken to a song?
Sat song, a sitting song, that you wont need to don’t get up

Far be it from me Mr. Snead
To level off on the misty foutenou

Winding down a path of fortune heading south on
Bare breast street, looking for but longing more

Under-bred sister with her family get-togethers
Passing the
Potato famine remembered story

On the rhinebek [Rheinbach] mountain top
Swig after swig
Dwarfing all that come after
Our being here

Let that be the lesser
jiminy-littly Feb 12
I guess I want

I want the prize of youth
I want an atheist certainty
That pride in knowing how things are
I want that person who ignores me

I want what my father and his father want

A faith that has a dollar sense about it all

I want that death knell

To freeze.

This then

Is a last ditch effort to throw words at you

Without hate.
jiminy-littly Jul 2020
dickens might have complained
how unlucky
it was to be born,
poor, helpless, friendless, body-less
painless,

my lies lie with my sins
like white **** frost
trying to warm my heart
jiminy-littly Jul 2020
but so far nothing.

I would liked to have kept it
that way
last year, anyway

this book
based on
inner experience
no, strike that
basked in sun drenched
aura's spilling their little yellow drops
of
blood.
jiminy-littly Jun 2020
Modern pieces less than broke
Greater than places to store them

Less than assunder
Torn
greater than
By bankcraft
Greater than
Frightened less than
By Cowering
Wretched
Towering

Greater than shivers
of unending
Guarantees of happiness

Basically

unkept
Promises

Opening up to swallow
Your less than ninth
scented sensed
Throated
Greater than less
Om
jiminy-littly Jun 2020
I can believe
In you
Halfway

And the rest
Needs
To be
In parts

Facing
You

Fading me

Tiny
To the
Very end
jiminy-littly Jun 2020
She
a Prophet
Running
guided by rails.

Smashing
Big cities
Like pumkins

gliding
underfoot

Are her
Successful
undertones
Shadowed
by rats

again no proof
Of humanity.

A Marhall's maxim -
Crush thy liberty

Cold and hungry
I see you

Falling off the track
I say,

I'm sorry

I can't

Help
You.

Subway wheels peel
With mideastern
Regularity

stepping closer
To the edge

Steelpans
Are on the
Rise

A central pin
Bears the brunt of
The ride

the axlebox reeks
Of sin

Some unknown
passenger
Is sick and tired and
Running up costs

As fast as he scans
He whistles a merry tune
Horns below to Bells above
to horns
Again

Forgetting I said,
I'm sorry,
I just can't
Forget
You
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