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Nov 2011 · 2.0k
Fried Steak & Hot Metal
Lucy Tonic Nov 2011
They say hell is not a place
But they liken it to fires
That constantly purge and burn
Kind of like our minds
And if I had a dime
For every human's ***** thought
I'd have a copper-nickel planet
With a thousand moons or more
And if this heart is my tabernacle
Could I withstand the day eternal
Or would I just become another
Abscess, maniacal
Cause like the space they claim is there
Around me all I see
Is a whole lot of nothing
Interspersed with dying breeds
And what they don't tell you
Either Or don't exist
We're all right as a button
And all wrong as an implanted chip
And just the other day
My lack of energy
Got a dead clock to start
And a bruise on my knee
So ship me where there is no one
South of the Antarctic cause
I want to see some sundog halos
And play with diamond dust
They say hell is not a place
But they liken it to fires
That constantly purge and burn
Kind of like these times
Nov 2011 · 797
Mary Magnet
Lucy Tonic Nov 2011
Snap goes the jacket
Snip goes the tongue
****, put a sock in it
You're stamped, you're done
The hole in your fashion
Lets the dark genie in
See the naturally magical lights
Ignore the projector below
I aspired to spiral until I grew tired
But somebody's fangs ****** the right from the wild
So now I disguise all my gut feelings in the soup
Cause a riddle for Mary's a magnet for you
Nov 2011 · 721
Little Lucifers
Lucy Tonic Nov 2011
We're all little Lucifers
Disgraced and fallen
Yet somehow still bearing light
And the four-fold word
Of secrecy, blasphemy
Might quite be love
Or maybe Eden
The illusion that somehow
Eases our tragedy
And still there are those
Hell-bent on progress
As if they were aliens
(Perhaps they are)
The tower is toppling
With windows of fire
See them jump and scream
Till all that's left is rubble
And I left, eye wide open
Came back, astonished
They had rebuilt it
Stacking slander like pancakes
Atop the salamander
It somehow stays in place
And lightning doesn't strike twice
(Perhaps it does)
Well, start anew is pretty hard
When they're taxing herbs
With greeting cards
And while the sylph circles
And the nymph swims below
I can't tell whose side they're on
Where did all the warm blood go
Nov 2011 · 1.1k
Law of Attraction
Lucy Tonic Nov 2011
I wasn’t thinking about you, all my layers are peeled
So what cha doing here, or were you tucked away back there
Stuck like a headstone on the wrong grave, spoiled pear
See I’ve worked by the circle, for the cone, in the square
As the microwaves singed my back-of-neck hairs
I’ve worn ****** on my tongue, heart and sleeves
I’ve known moral decadence and faithless deeds
But when my number’s up will I seek rest
Or stick around to see what’s next
Cause every time I think of something good
Genie instead sends Mr. reaper in his hood
And flesh only loves the latest grain of scandal
Gloating over others’ skin of shame with wickless candles
If we can’t enjoy what’s given, why give the gifts at all
And how is there a Jesus if everybody falls
The wizened saints and wizards stumble stealthily in the sunset
Law of attraction, more like Russian roulette
Nov 2011 · 558
Glaze
Lucy Tonic Nov 2011
What was saved
Could not have been
The original race
And still we slave
For a face
For a glaze
Everyone knows it
No one does nothing about it
So how dare you
Act upon what we all want
How dare you
Crash our dreams
Everyone knows
They’re not for living
They’re for dying for
Seven thirty-six
Whose got your cheap tricks
A clock, a flask, or
The one that licks
Up your sweat
Up your tears
They go up, up
Along with your fears
What goes below
That’s what I wanna know
What goes below
Oct 2011 · 1.1k
Snowballs
Lucy Tonic Oct 2011
Constant cough
Shakes my lower wards
But somehow
Bone-chilling cold
Soothes alignment
Reminds me
The free will
Have we to create
In isolation
Have we our own
Congregation
Less with bells
More with shapes
Have we the will
To create
Bleeding internal
Is my own
Infernal path
Keeps me warm
Gives me all the
Warmth I long for
Makes me laugh
When kids
Throw snowballs
At my fortress
So unaware of the
Wild depths that wait

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