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Feb 2011
I tripped through a life filled with trashed crevices
Leaving me with a holey heart & mind

Tonight I sweep up the rest of my wines
Hearing no voices
Tonight only mine

Alone in thought, taught but not
Form lays dead,
Stinking,
Dead in my bed

She came over last night drunk
Asking to be wed
I said no
And told her to ******* go

She wept as I swept

I laughed at the terror filled tube
As she poked at her left swollen ****
I propped up a book
An insult she invented & mistook

Collapsing transfixed membranes waddle faster then she does
Corpses lay lighter when not embraced by an angel's fun

Towards the end of the night
Toads croaked outside my door
Seemingly & distractedly bored
By this women's torrential teary down pout pour

I poured a drink but she did not drink it
I made her food but she did not eat it
I slapped her face but she did not show pain
I kissed her mouth but she did not kiss back

Our Sun rose,
She stood there still froze
I collapsed on the floor
Grabbing my back, my sack
Exhausted,
I took a naked floor morning nap

I awoke at dusk
To vowels shimmying close with consonants
Similes giving lap dances to metaphors
All dancing like overpaid *****'s,
I wanted more

But Form
Who had once stood frozen
Had gone,
Disappeared
Had vanished,
"Never,"
I thought...
"Her..."

I must have been
Soo drunk
Too lazy
Soo stupid
Too young

But at the time,
She wasn't any fun
Written by
Mitchell
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