Boring!

Watching you die
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Trayvon Martin and George?

Dancin so long together !
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We are useless *****
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Warm summer day

Put your body on the line

It's time
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Love

Breathing in and out

Fearlessly

New york is a ****, a man once told me.

First you see beauty glittering in might

your heart beating in the arms of the moon.

But then as your eyes adjust to the sight

and your fingers separate day from noon

you can see the feasting rats dancing with

junk fueling lives with means to escape

suffocating on an old stripper's ***

hidden beneath the city's golden cape

Then, you hear the sax chant from Alphabet

dispersing the haze of the burning tea

rising above a poet's final set

and though there are other places to see

there is no where else, you would rather be.

Klementine Applemeyer knows ballet
And she says Jesus Christ lives down her street
I don’t believe her but she promises me
That she played him in Monopoly
And he cheated as the banker

Klementine Applemeyer knows how to jump rope
And she says it’s like escaping snakes in a jungle
I don’t believe her but she promises me
She explored the Amazon at age five
And next year she’s going again

Klementine Applemeyer knows how to French-kiss
And she says her daddy’s friend taught her
I don’t believe her but she promises me
His hair is purple and his feet are red
And his breath tasted like onions

Klementine Applemeyer knows how to time travel
And she says she met Vincent Van Gogh
I don’t believe her but she promises me
She took his ear and it’s in her desk drawer
And it’s in a little pink box

Klementine Applemeyer knows about Mr. Henry
And she says he felt her ******* after math
I don’t believe her but she promises me
He wore three rings
And his nails were bitten

Klementine Applemeyer knows how to throw up
And she says it makes her feel better
I don’t believe her but she promises me
Her gag reflex is strong
And her ******* is even stronger

Klementine Applemeyer knows how to roll a blunt
And she says it’s easier than ***
I don’t believe her but when I ask her
If it was her daddy’s friend again
She gets quiet

Klementine Applemeyer knows how to be generous
And she gave me her bike and Van Gogh’s ear
I don’t believe her but she promises me
My birthday has come early
And the ear is Vincent’s

Klementine Applemeyer slit her wrists in the bathtub
And a man with purple hair and red shoes was at the funeral
I didn’t believe her even when she told me
But there was an ear in the box, her neighbor was named Jesus Christ,
She had seen the Amazon, and Mr. Henry’s nails were bitten

We drove bleached
Dumb and out of school
Heavily medicated
On high doses of lithium
And teenage spirit

Feeding and breeding
Our love buzz
On sticks of pennyroyal tea

We were negative creeps in bloom
Going to the muddy banks
Of the Wishkah River

You sat in the driver seat
Chewing on pen caps
Trying for an aneurysm

I sat in the passenger seat
Sifting through tourettes
And picking at paper cuts

That endless, nameless summer
We both reached for nirvana
To place in our heart shaped box