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Jan 2015 Taylor Marotto

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My heart
Is a happy drunk
A little too open
A little too optimistic
It's over in the corner of the bar
Playing poker
Screaming at the top of it's lungs
I'M ALL IN
When it's never
To this day
Had a winning hand

My heart
Is a sad drunk
A little too lonely
A little too caught up in tears
It's over at the counter
Forcing the bartender to take its keys
Because it would rather not go home
Than go home alone again

My heart
Is a reckless drunk
A little too unbalanced
A little too impaired
It's over by the door
Making everyone nervous
A little too good at scaring people away
A little too far gone

Like you
A little too far gone
Turn your head
Shuffle away and pretend you don't notice
The breakdown of a heart
Too drunk on feelings
To know when to stop

#sad #drunk #heart #happy #reckless

Aug 2012 Taylor Marotto

It follows me

Aug 2012 Taylor Marotto

JL

It follows me

Drunken ...
         I can stumble through brick walls
Vapor and steam I fall between the cracks in the street


Until I wake up in a certain crooked alleyway
Made whole by the presence of blood
Crusting to the side of my head.
         I can hardly breathe- the air is too heavy for my lungs
   I am fog resting against each unlit windowpane

They put their heads together and whisper
         They laugh at me
I feel nothing when i spit blood and teeth in their direction
I claw at the face of exhaustion
  Telling myself with each step to keep going

to the cave entrance covered in ivy

  it is dark and cold
in it's deepest most ancient cavern
lies a lake with frozen water
A grotto of salt crusted stalactites
Green glowing mushrooms with neon spots

It's quiet almost
I can lie on the bank listening
To water run the rock smooth
Droplets echo as sleep whispers

Somewhere far above
Two black eyes watch
Dilated completely by darkness
It's feet find purchase among the razor sharp rocks
Taking a moment to drink heavily from a puddle in a dark corner

It must be my imagination
I feel as if I am watched
...the sound of bare feet on the wet bank
It cannot be, but my eyes
Something is above me
Warm breath on my face... smelling of rotten fish
A smell of death and decay send my mind reeling into the darkest corners of my imagination

I wake with a start
In my bed
I lie back to listen to
My heart beating in my ears

Aug 2012 Taylor Marotto

Tying Up Frayed Ends (Discovery)

Aug 2012 Taylor Marotto

Jeremy Duff

Tying Up Frayed Ends (Discovery)

Curiosity.

I'm dared to knock.
The loose strings need to be tied and the answer lies just beyond the door.

Darkness.

Peering through the peep-hole I see nothing.
Just a constant nothing that is overwhelming.

Coldness.

Pressing my hand on the door I am shocked.
It is chilling and maddening and not be touched.

Curiosity.

The answer to my problem lies just beyond
or so it has been spoken.

Desperation.

I need an answer and it is very close.
Too close, and too unreachable.

Finality.

The handle is being turned and the coldness shrugged.
Whatever lies beyond will soon be found out.

Isolation.

Not but an everlasting Darkness and Coldness and Fringe.
Comprehension is an alien idea.

Unreality.

Words.
Look not to the stars for they hold not but lies. Look only to the past for their the answer dwells.

Frustration.

Lied to. Cheated. I sacrificed so much to come to this point.
There is nothing here for me.

Revelation.

This is the place to think.
This is the place to recall and understand and fix.

This is the place to tie my strings together

Hours go by.
The sun actually comes up and I realized it's not so barren in here.
There are memories.
Some written in books.
Some painted on canvas.
Some drawn in chalk.
Some acted out on video screens.

This place will allow my to tie the frayed strings of my being together.
This place will allow me to learn.
to fix.

Aug 2012 Taylor Marotto

Trailer Trash

Aug 2012 Taylor Marotto

JL

Trailer Trash

Barbed wire fence runs into town
A rusted fence that reaches from two counties down
Dirt roads fall miles apart
I walked each one
Dusty and hot
The sun is settining
Shadows growing, snakes and dogs
I cut through a pasture
Keeping eye for the farmer
With his twelve gauge double barrel
Waiting for the kids to hop the fence
And pick the glowing mushrooms
Growing at the woodline

A tree in the center where the cows sleep soundly
I wandered and sat near as the moon was rising
It's just me alive
And the millions of stars
The headlights of old trucks
The crickets chirp tonight
Fast and loud
As I lay back and study a long silver cloud
Why do I make things so complicated?
Why do I find myself turning onto dead end roads?
The headlights reflect bright in the mirrors
As the car speeds by
A girl watches me stand up from the tree
And wipe the dirt from my pants

Aug 2012 Taylor Marotto

I heard a knocking in my mind

Aug 2012 Taylor Marotto

Meka Boyle

I heard a knocking in my mind

I heard a knocking in my mind
Against the cedar door,
Beating, beating as if to find
Something worth looking for.

And as the rhythm proceeded,
The sounds faded into the wind.
It was gone before I believed it,
Yet it stole something within.

I heard the footsteps tread away,
A soft and steady pace,
The shadows cast a murky grey
Upon the would-be face.

Dragging a prisoner's remains
Though no one left the room
For the bounty came from within the brain
And all it's splendid gloom.

— The End —