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Cigarette smoke and **** colored beer Family is a suckerpunch epiphany For people who’ve spent so much time Saying they no longer had one I swore forever Mine was missing parts This heart carved shells Let’s swap odd shapes Re-sew them and **** up our beats forever Together If the world is ending and you find me here Kicking up the earth Dirt scatter to the wind Brown blood spatter That’s just me trying to escape faster Join me or leave me But I got this beef with gravity Like a severed head tetherball This face senseless You make me senseless Numb to all the bad parts In the same way salt makes everything sweeter You make everything sweeter Your salty skin Sweet mouth Sweet speak Sweet laughter Make me feel a little less stupid About giving in to the movement This mouth This body Like a knee-buckle kick to the gas pedal And I peel out by accident And you can still love me Like family I’ve slept in so many beds And on so many floors All so much more comfortable than my own I swear I have bed bugs Drinking my blood as I sleep Getting drunk most nights Them and me Wake up itchy and fatigued Like an allergy But you You smile like a hammock Held up by strings hanging from your eye squint To your dimples Without speaking “you can rest here tonight” This is for the beds For the people who say ouch when I hug them For the family I thought I never had For the appreciation that Every moment of sadness Means I’ve known so much joy To feel that way I’ve known so much joy Thank you
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
For the Beds and the People Who say "Ouch" When I Hug Them"
Cigarette smoke and **** colored beer Family is a suckerpunch epiphany For people who’ve spent so much time Saying they no longer had one I swore forever Mine was missing parts This heart carved shells Let’s swap odd shapes Re-sew them and **** up our beats forever Together If the world is ending and you find me here Kicking up the earth Dirt scatter to the wind Brown blood spatter That’s just me trying to escape faster Join me or leave me But I got this beef with gravity Like a severed head tetherball This face senseless You make me senseless Numb to all the bad parts In the same way salt makes everything sweeter You make everything sweeter Your salty skin Sweet mouth Sweet speak Sweet laughter Make me feel a little less stupid About giving in to the movement This mouth This body Like a knee-buckle kick to the gas pedal And I peel out by accident And you can still love me Like family I’ve slept in so many beds And on so many floors All so much more comfortable than my own I swear I have bed bugs Drinking my blood as I sleep Getting drunk most nights Them and me Wake up itchy and fatigued Like an allergy But you You smile like a hammock Held up by strings hanging from your eye squint To your dimples Without speaking “you can rest here tonight” This is for the beds For the people who say ouch when I hug them For the family I thought I never had For the appreciation that Every moment of sadness Means I’ve known so much joy To feel that way I’ve known so much joy Thank you
Another drunkish poem....
jon-tobias
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
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