One nice, hot, long bath...

To melt from my skin,
All these flakes and imperfections.
Shameful red bumps and blemishes.

To boil this fat,
Off my thighs, arms, and middle.
My overflowing flesh, an unbearable jiggle.

To drown my self loathing,
Self centered,
Self conscious ***.

To steam up the mirror and hide.

To shine up those back seats I grew up so quickly in,
To soak up those long necks I spilled the rest of,
To wipe off those windows I fogged up or snuck out of,
To cleanse me of each late night with every guy that made me his ***** little girl.

One nice hot bath...
To relax and forget that I'm only worth getting you off.


ps. No, I don't think you should join me... ****** bag.

At 4 am
He tried to talk about the stars
For some reason, you told him it's because he's never ****** before
And we all acted like that was okay

After he stumbled his best away from us
I told you how wrong you were
Then you asked if I could 'maybe help him out a little'
I haven't told you just how wrong that was

Waiting, standing, or sawying on the porch
We were joined by the others
To move on upstairs

Light it, smoke it, pass it, drink it
Now count them
Two, three, four, one after another
The bodies that dropped and rest where they fell
Producing a sweet slumbering silence
That I tried to take advantage of

But no, the guest bedroom is open
And you're awake
And you're drunk
And you smile at me crooked
I know very well your twisted pursuit
I know I'm not taking advantage of anything

We finish.

Back across the hall
To where your brother, among the others, slept
And I hoped he was dreaming about the sky
Or the conversation I would have liked to have with him about it

Almost 8 in the morning
Time for me to leave
But you had to lose your keys
And wake your brother to take me

In his truck, in the mirror
I examined myself
And said I looked like ****
He didn't even laugh
Instead, he told me that I never could

I lit a cigarette
Wondering
How he could say that
Not wondering
Why you never have.

We pass the construction, the apartments, and reach the house
I hugged him
'You're better than us.'

It's 10 pm the next night
And I hope he still wants to talk about the stars.

An alarm sounds,
Suddenly,
You're not quite alright,
Suddenly,
Everything is wrong.

But, you just fall back down inside your covers,
Pull them tighter, drown yourself under their lavender scent.
You've never been more cold.

Now, you'll only move for the promise to shake, freeze, or feel.
Now, you'd welcome an icy bath to wake up what is real.

Apparently, you set everything from yesterday aside to watch the sun rise,
Or could it be that you forgot to take your meds today,
Again?
Either way, to care would scare you.

Later, you'll watch as the pills slip through the cracks in your floor,
And think to yourself... what's there to bother searching for?

The one you love(d) can't even shatter your glassy eyes.
Sharp, you can stand still in the shards of their voice,
Shaking to ask...Is something the matter?

You are fine.
You're honestly fine.
Because nothing could ever matter.

Maybe tomorrow.

I can feel your presence,
I can feel your touch,
As I close my eyes to the darkness,
I can feel your warm breath softly brush,
It swathes my being,
It engulfs my soul,
Lost in an abyss of pleasure,
Desires of the flesh have taken control,
Nothing is sacred, nothing is taboo,
Lust is the power, the wisdom and the fool.

just when you think you,'ll never sleep
opens up the rough muscles of nigh    t     and P
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It can go on Apples,
Bread,
By itself.
You say it for a photograph,
One to place
On a shelf,
To be covered up by many books,
Words and thoughts
That some may know.
But it also sits within the fridge,
Taking time,
Little, to grow
Mold that could ****
One who tastes it,
Inadvertently, of course.
With all these questions
One could ask,
Are they ever on the source?
"Cows, silly,"
Comes the reply,
Simply, in a passive way.
And so it's settled,
And more is bought,
While another has a price to pay.

C:\USERS\ISAAC >  open  C:\Impulse\Expulse.raw

The dust settles
On the fans and the plans.
Looking like a double "2",
You try to see like one.
See or look.
Or just a look-see.

Laughing at nothing is a common thing for you.
The strangest has come,
The strangest has left.
The strangeness is correct.

Every spring,
Every water,
Every drop has a secret.

They sing to him in the form of river.
He jumps to the bank
To get his money's worth.
It's an organized procedure to him.
He sinks his head in the ground,
In the rocks and in the sound.

A random pattern is heard.
Two, Three, Ten, Five, Twenty.
One Hundred, Thirty-One, Two.
A, G, I, S.
North, East, South, West.
His, My, Her, Them.
Great, Rough, Green, Tan.

Giant mispronounciations and hidden truths.
One more thing,
Don't get lost...



"Sadness for a screen,
Sadness for a screen."
He sells his money for a screen,
To get his money's worth.
Lost files and hidden documents
Not worth the oxide their printed on.

Old memories of times still here
Hidden in words of the past.
One more thing,
It's all on impulse.

Next day he found a .raw.
He walked towards it.

It said,
"Why do you live with frantic?"

He said,
"I live to take the time."

It said,
"Why do you do the things you do?"

He said,
"To me, it's not impulse, it's expulse."

It said,
"Why do you need to get rid of?"

He said,
"The questions people seek."

It said,
"Take me to the sky.{?}"

He said,
"Gladly."

To the sky he went.
And the time he spent
He used to solve the problem.
He saw a new opportunity
To make a new sanitation.

It consisted of three notes.
Two for show and one to go.
The go note did the work
Of tasting the ground for dirt
To get it's money's worth.
It cleaned like Ben one.

And when sanitation was complete,
He went to .raw.

He said,
"The last words are gone."

It said,
"So that means we've won."

He said,
"What should we do?"

It said,
"Wait for the next."