#psychobilly - Hello Poetry

Toothless Lying on the ground Rain falls Washing waste from purple skies Sun sets The dead man's skin is wet and orange He melts A Creamsicle in holy Summer's mouth, and the Holler sits still The silent home of broken will The corpse misses mourning While, all around, the residents eat and sleep and lie

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Oct 1, 2017

Oct 1, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC

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The Holler, Cacophony: Missing Mourning Toothless

Toothless Lying on the ground Rain falls Washing waste from purple skies Sun sets The dead man's skin is wet and orange He melts A Creamsicle in holy Summer's mouth, and the Holler sits still The silent home of broken will The corpse misses mourning While, all around, the residents eat and sleep and lie

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She said, "Hello. You look like **** I said, "To what do I owe this. . . this compliment?" A double whiskey on the house I said, "Fine with me, I always take the first one free." "But you've been here all night," she said, "In fact every single night this week." Hope stands monstrous in the door Can't tell if it's as it is or if it's my eyes swimming Memory's a funny thing, because from what I remember I never was a drunk Just everyone on dad and grandpa's side Cruising all the way up the line Now, reflection's come to cast proper shadow 'cross my heart in clouded mirrors with lights off I outsmart the faint voice No hands, ******* in the dark

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC

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The Holler, Cacophony: ******* in the Dark

She said, "Hello. You look like **** I said, "To what do I owe this. . . this compliment?" A double whiskey on the house I said, "Fine with me, I always take the first one free." "But you've been here all night," she said, "In fact every single night this week." Hope stands monstrous in the door Can't tell if it's as it is or if it's my eyes swimming Memory's a funny thing, because from what I remember I never was a drunk Just everyone on dad and grandpa's side Cruising all the way up the line Now, reflection's come to cast proper shadow 'cross my heart in clouded mirrors with lights off I outsmart the faint voice No hands, ******* in the dark

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I see a fat kid, twenty eight and aging A welfare old kid, casting sideways eyes At store front windows to make sure S/he's getting smaller, to take up less space This is a small place, we cook in snake oil A young, self-assured place, still fitting graves Even the sun shines on this necrotic fixation Everyone lives in maudlin infatuation I am neither, born of the expanse in-between Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night in the land of rolling holes Six feet, at least, sweet destiny sweeps sooner, so soon Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night behind the day, in the land of thick lipstick over genocide

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC

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The Holler, Cacophony: Slum-it Junk Rat (A Love Song)

I see a fat kid, twenty eight and aging A welfare old kid, casting sideways eyes At store front windows to make sure S/he's getting smaller, to take up less space This is a small place, we cook in snake oil A young, self-assured place, still fitting graves Even the sun shines on this necrotic fixation Everyone lives in maudlin infatuation I am neither, born of the expanse in-between Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night in the land of rolling holes Six feet, at least, sweet destiny sweeps sooner, so soon Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night behind the day, in the land of thick lipstick over genocide

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My heart was mine in day til night She came and stole my life In cold, beneath streetlight In her leather and jeans Like she knew just what She wanted, and she did I'm glad the innocence At first kept back the fiery truth That you were so much like me That I was much like you Or else I'd not have stolen yours, too

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Sep 18, 2017

Sep 18, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC

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The Holler, Cacophony: Sadists and Thieves

My heart was mine in day til night She came and stole my life In cold, beneath streetlight In her leather and jeans Like she knew just what She wanted, and she did I'm glad the innocence At first kept back the fiery truth That you were so much like me That I was much like you Or else I'd not have stolen yours, too

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Gone walking rocky cliffs Seem to stretch to oblivion This rain with little clothing Cuts my fatty layers through To quake the bone I haven't known home since you were with me Now the most powerful memory barely manifests in mist This calls for a summoning I'm shamed in calling for you, maybe I'm too paranoid. After all you said you loved me and it stuck in the midnight wind through windows. Please let me find your face in dream to lead me home.

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Jun 26, 2017

Jun 26, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC

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This Calls for a Summoning

Gone walking rocky cliffs Seem to stretch to oblivion This rain with little clothing Cuts my fatty layers through To quake the bone I haven't known home since you were with me Now the most powerful memory barely manifests in mist This calls for a summoning I'm shamed in calling for you, maybe I'm too paranoid. After all you said you loved me and it stuck in the midnight wind through windows. Please let me find your face in dream to lead me home.

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