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Dec 2010
I want to leave you
Step outside and walk the street
Concrete becomes blue waves
My feet turn into a boat
And arms form paddles
In ten years you won’t even recognize
My first name

I want to say goodbye
Transplant a gun in my spine
So every time you hurt me
I’ll pull the trigger and paint the ceiling red
Make my heart a grenade
So when it does pulse
It’ll ******* mean something
Lay on a floor crafted from
The world’s most fantastic revolvers
Outline my body with bullets and smoke

I wish your fingers were syringes
Every time you’d touch or hug me
I’d overdose like a rock star
Barbed wire bones mix with
Your melancholy tones

Your brain is an atomic bomb
And every time
You think of
Me
Tick Tock
Joey Zimmerman
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Joey Zimmerman
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