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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 whore'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
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Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 8:05 PM UTC
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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 whore'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
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ashby-brown
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 8:05 PM UTC
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