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Aug 2016
Its okay
You can just all say it
She fits in your dynamic
Into the helm of your clad iron ship
Of blissful ignorance
Where you pass the ball only so far
It twaddles and strangles in hurdles
Of choking glass and forgotten Mezcal
I wanted so badly to be the right one
A corner, a corner
She flew like ice to the corner
Her back and long hair to me
We kept dancing, jiving

I obsessed for the rest of the night
What ever did I do?

Uptown
Babe runs back to my place
We didn't want the chicken to rot on the table
But most importantly
His wallet.
We sweat in the hot sun
But not like suddenly last summer
I watch it all convulse and seize
Away from me
And it doesn't have to hurt.

I have a bible in my backpack
The traveling bag lady bag
Another sent me for Valentine's day
Once upon a time or two ago
And my best friend couldn't be more in love
I feel genuine glee for her.

So much is happening
I've upgraded in so many ways
My life and art peeling apart at the ripe stems
Pictures stream and pass me by
As the past rears and growls in the corner
I know I have done nothing.

I suppose
You must still mourn my bones
And though it will never matter
I'm sorry.

But I'll never return.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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