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Blame your desperation on the weather Match the gray with gray Allow yourself a smile or two Don’t overdo it Don’t force something like this Try to make this all less crazy Wash your face. Tighten up. Forget the blade, the poison, the stars You overhear someone tell someone the time You’ve let that slip into the background in the spaces where the unseen meets Blame your low-key troubles on the T.V. shows Watch the skinny giants starve Someone’s changing the heat up and down in the pearl-sized world And someone’s taken all the colors out for some other playground those invisible hands, it follows, have too much pull and force on the everydays. Keep yourself alive with twice strained coffee and sunny days Cut your hair with the kitchen knife Grow a beard, fake an accent, Fake Silence. Pretend to make it mean something, the collapse, the choking Clean the living room wipe all the fingerprints No one’s coming for you but you’d take a hug from a hired assassin You’d sympathize with the serial killer about his sin You’d be impressed by his breath which smells of green mints. Blame the sickness in your blood Which warns off love with sores and fevers On boredom and hunger Make something of yourself, make yourself last Peel off skin and let it dry like *** pourri Forget how to love the ones that hurt you Forget to how to hurt the ones that love you Bite your lip to keep it all in Bite to the bleeding, then Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh Build fires out of sofas and the kitchen table, make a vacancy of home Laugh at humanity stuffed and suffering on its stilts Smile at the honey moon you’ll never get to Show your teeth at the ***** Death Make the damage worth the price.
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 6:32 AM UTC
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Blame your desperation on the weather Match the gray with gray Allow yourself a smile or two Don’t overdo it Don’t force something like this Try to make this all less crazy Wash your face. Tighten up. Forget the blade, the poison, the stars You overhear someone tell someone the time You’ve let that slip into the background in the spaces where the unseen meets Blame your low-key troubles on the T.V. shows Watch the skinny giants starve Someone’s changing the heat up and down in the pearl-sized world And someone’s taken all the colors out for some other playground those invisible hands, it follows, have too much pull and force on the everydays. Keep yourself alive with twice strained coffee and sunny days Cut your hair with the kitchen knife Grow a beard, fake an accent, Fake Silence. Pretend to make it mean something, the collapse, the choking Clean the living room wipe all the fingerprints No one’s coming for you but you’d take a hug from a hired assassin You’d sympathize with the serial killer about his sin You’d be impressed by his breath which smells of green mints. Blame the sickness in your blood Which warns off love with sores and fevers On boredom and hunger Make something of yourself, make yourself last Peel off skin and let it dry like *** pourri Forget how to love the ones that hurt you Forget to how to hurt the ones that love you Bite your lip to keep it all in Bite to the bleeding, then Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh Build fires out of sofas and the kitchen table, make a vacancy of home Laugh at humanity stuffed and suffering on its stilts Smile at the honey moon you’ll never get to Show your teeth at the ***** Death Make the damage worth the price.
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 6:32 AM UTC
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