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Aug 2019 · 115
It's our job to breathe
Trout Aug 2019
My papers are such a mess
Finding rulers in my chest
The putrid animosity, the Gorsuch of my truth, what is forgiven
Is pastly driven
What is unwritten
Is girly rhythm

The pain of a winter pole
Spending dollars at home
Telling whiskey that she is a lonesome
A gift is a friend for a child
Telling you what you like
All my statements are subject to new drafts
A cornmeal, a *******, a snake
Aug 2019 · 115
Chivalry
Trout Aug 2019
My heart’s greatest heart attack
Came to me when I smelled black
Corsets on the grand detail
They raised me to seek so well
Don’t you fear, it’s time to spend
Ladies never have a trend
Going to the house of arms
Wrapped around the melted charm

Wasting time is never art
Growing to be someone’s spark
Driving pastures through the crowd
My solution is too loud
No, the pastels are too grim
Growing ageless and so thin
Aug 2019 · 192
Inauguration
Trout Aug 2019
Petal of golden ecstasy
Marked by wisdom teeming like a snake
To feel the pressure of the speech
To fill the parade with autumn breeze
Aug 2019 · 135
Pain of a ghost town
Trout Aug 2019
With a will to fight
Gripping hearts are full of sight
Find the ghost inside of me
With a torch inside his tree
My poor heart is still so burning
Can you hurt me?

Strangely modern eyes
Craving every sight
Nuts are turned against us
Maybe this is trooper
The foxes avoiding the night
Just like the crows on the wire
Painting pictures without any lines

For the growing tide
Videos are so unsightly
My delusion is a curse
For the ones who make it worse
Now the magazine is lonesome
For short one

Never try to find
Someone with a smile
My points tell you stop it
Ride a rocket
Who understands what I mean?
I want to give you a green
Golden cradle humming to the birds
Aug 2019 · 109
Tragic mirror
Trout Aug 2019
Sometimes I never have to try to make you
Make you
Into a screamer
Without the mood
Aug 2019 · 106
Bad law
Trout Aug 2019
My truck is a line to the time
When I never could have fun
Or remorse in a value system
Gaining my ice to the price in a cellular misfit
Jumping games to a hound of lusted
Save twenty-five coins for white
Underneath the brink of light
Find five distorted chimes
Helping the mystery come to life

My crack is parallel
To other sides of hell
The joint is never fine
The cues are mine

Fire to the eyes like a mice who could never ever hide
Like a racecar under the story
Tracking the lice like a whisper to never ever say
Going once, going twice forever
My beads are kin to my spine
Thought arrestments on the line
For one unsorted crime
Never realize penalize

Five words to grostulate
My severed hand is fate
The king of *******
The point of wake

Singing such a bad, bad song
Let the race go on
My heart is worn
Thinking I’m a lad of tongs
Let the brakes go hard
My tongue is wet

Six rubber bands on my hand
Go to filter out the land
Distorted chivalry bands
Mistaking instruments for the talk

My eyes are kind of sad
I’ll never strike a match
To bring this back to light
My ears can find

Winning all the guessing games
It’s a real sad fame
So burnt the eye
Finding all the mitochon-
-dria seeking fun
A blood is reign
Thorning in the black of night
To the real good times
My heart is red
Jelly in the breaking time
No more after five
Go back to bed
Aug 2019 · 142
Limerence 2
Trout Aug 2019
My insane eyes are telling me to calm down
I see a fault, it’s always always mine
I have no chill, I’m breaking in my car now
I can’t return to how it was before
I wish I was a month ago or later
Cause it’s right now, the pain is growing still
The tumor grows until it melts my body
As I stand still every time the heat just rise

My flows are grating in the crows
My circumference is hiding
Making fine words are growing in time

“I let the world crush my bare leaf hands
And let the ground dissolve my footsteps
Maybe if things were aligned
I would be standing straight”
(That was the spark of it all. But now)
Grinning laughter kiss my face
So far under the duvet
Grammy has a fit, painters are so lit
Anything is fine

Home I am is number one
And so the crapping starts
My illusion is a ****
And I have no parts

Can I contract love?
Some things are like a disease
And do I have to say please

I cannot try to copy distance
I don’t know how to tell you I feel this
If I shared it with you, would you notice anything?
Would you just say cool and leave and make me shake again?

Sander on the laugh of cure
I know that you’re bored
I wish I could say anything
But what do you want?

Is it me or you
Who does these things that I do
I’m not trying to imitate you
I can’t swear on that
You are the reason I think
Really, on any of these things

Folding chair
Green sweater
No, not that one
Or grey hoodie
With red grungey text
That blurry photo but in higher quality
Where your knee is up there
Chicago
Have you been there?
We could have been in the same room
You are rich
Rich beyond belief
I can imagine it
It’s not unimaginable
I fail to not find it unimaginable
I fail to picture your face crystal clear
Every mental image is from a still photo

My arrangement is gold
This a song that I came from
My direction is old
And I never will learn from
My sedation is gruesome
So I touch everyone
I wish I could be stronger and tell you the truth but
My solution is far away
From my willing cards

My ears are thin and they cannot hear anything
Everything is just a little lie
Nothing is kind and everything is full of crime
That’s too far but I just want to (die?)

My begottens are hybrid game
For the one who will catch my eye
My solution is great pain
For I wanted to try
Such a dangerous game and the wilder I’m smoothing
It’s the worse you see me
When I try to glide
Under you

My arms are a mess of the biggest mistake
My giant illusion is trying to wake
My senses are tingling
It sure doesn’t matter
What I am trying to do
I wish I could just hear your voice once again
But not a recording, something you do for me
Don’t sound like a robot
This is getting too personal
But don’t go away
(What even is this?)
Aug 2019 · 112
Flesh and blood
Trout Aug 2019
I’m a blazing firefly
One of monosaccharides
Now the sea has kept me on my feet
Ghosts are easy to go home
My aim is laughing at the stove
So I will just handle you with ease

Minimalism is such a virtue
I would never try just to hurt you
My alignment is under the stars

My point is a vow
Secret forever
Loving with my mouth
Go with the feather
A hapless fly
A needle of rye
The hums will danger your heart
For the gorgeous velocity waning from the start

T-shirts are a billionaire
Dollars fly above the air
Never wanted, never had to care
Spots and marks under the land
Chalk of angel in the sand
Moist impressive eagle to the frown

Strike a match inside the dimension
All I ever need is attention
Blush of mutilated copulate

We are two bright bars
Above a danger sign
Flying with no heart
The tropics are so kind
The grinds of wire
The spark of the climb
The chain is capitalism
For the end is the drawing of my hand in your eye

A kind of disease
A kind of disease
A kind of disease
A kind of a kind of a kind of disease that makes you want to scream
Aug 2019 · 109
Wrong
Trout Aug 2019
My troops are waiting for the little sight
My skin is right
The air is alive at all tonight
A gorgeous web of hands and arms and better chance
And metaphysics in the land
Now you can grow a little tree
Your emotions are rage
Now you can find the little bee
Quilting up on your face

You go to the house where they swallow you
I’m a tone
You go to the place where they call on you
Play a song

His lips are grating in the pin of wires
He’s quite alright:

My ending is nearest to my plight
(I wanted to know what he was like.)

Now you can find the wonder girl
Go to war
You ought to go to find the fear
Believe it’s fine
And it is fine
It is fine
It’s fine

Grip of emotion in the wade of right
I’m killing fire
I’m going too long for a little while
Aug 2019 · 116
Sister
Trout Aug 2019
Picture me in grease
My heart is yearning for the time
The goats are leaving as they please
The zebra screams half past midnight
From the ghosts of aviation
To the wind inside my chest
The caboose is such a shame
Salem witch trials in me

The flag is very high
Devouring knowledge like a crime
My eyes are focused on a fruit
I would attack you for your loot

Your bag is full of
Pieces of my heart
But you can’t see them
They blend in with bread crumbs

Point at higher towers
The litter’s on the floor
My mark is written on my hand
The chattel’s scribbled on the wall
I want to take it as it goes
The marts are settled on my chin
My ears are open to your eyes
Your spirit has kept me alive

My hiss is blurring
Go to the point where
We aren’t forever
Your fish are lonesome
Comfort them sometime
I am the fifth bite
I want to cry sight
No
Excuse
Find
Some room

I’m a little masterpiece
I’m a little masterpiece
I’m a little masterpiece
Oh my life is slowly changing

Leaving till the bones are alive
Freudian ecstasy sight
Grinding in the break of light
Shivering after the sight!
I’m a little masterpiece
Oh my life is thlowly change
Aug 2019 · 145
Cruel
Trout Aug 2019
Not anyone who makes a fool of me
Can make me a searing crown

My soul is hardened
Go to the brow
Pedantic and cry without a smile
Go to mans or hands
With a squirrel environment
And a couple rings
For a god in ******* land
Never once had a second chance

I’m a civil ensue
A piece of beluga
A ginger without ginger ale
The findest of truths
The point of my sorrow
There’s no better telling it’s you
My suit is a core
I’m missing a secret to tell you that we are not here
This suit
My gender and neutral and carving a bub with no ail-
-ment too
It’s singing in higher octaves than a court from the sun
Fishbowl
But wise are the ones who respect you and me
The pagans and flattery

Can a man be wiser
Than those who pray?
The lipstick is not a mental state
You’re a kind of world
With the eyes of cartilage
Cartridge melting hands
Pornographic documents
But I wish I knew
How to fill the atom bomb
Without being too
Strange reflections on the phone
Can I save you with just a tone?

Will you give me some time
No man is a wizard
Departments of you in dis-spine
Fill rule
A garden of hoses and rubber paints everywhere
Saint Jude
A willful illusion of knowing what’s not really there
Car tool
A pinning of car down of soup pool and ******* the dog
Last rule
I’m thicker than fool
Same tears are the ones who reflect documents
Align to the ones who spend
Pin to the eyes of rejecting a kiss
On purpose, they will not split
My soul is bleeding
Above the sky
Aug 2019 · 127
Days that are over
Trout Aug 2019
Frightening spiders light the hallway too
Galore of cattle pines and fractals
Nevermind the beastly ports of air diminishment
Suckle out the messing games of heat traps and despair
Go to fill me up, try to sell your luck
Miss the blue man’s tide

Sober on the solid ground
Kiss the rain goodbye
When it comes to wasting time
Hole in one to come

Jill on the blue hill
Four generations ago
She whimpers out on the snow

Celeste on the bar of raptors
Balloons in cattle graze and pinchers
Gold and gallions with a few
Salooning down the street
Been a long time, wait for now
Maroon establishment

Go alone and pack your bags
This is no guessing game
I’m the ******* of this town
For a long time now

Wind inside the wind
It’s not a secret to me
My mind was a capitalist greed

Soap of laughter fill the spot
Soaked me up, enjoyed a lot
With blood filling up the room
My instincts tell me truth
Aug 2019 · 149
Better days are coming II
Trout Aug 2019
Losing the quiet for the sound
I wish all for nothing to be found
My lips aren’t moving till I see the one inside

The rat is where the moon should be
I’m such a ****, I couldn’t say
I’m a little noise in the sound
You are such a wonderful clown
So let’s go to wake them up
Our arms are winning at the spot

My elimination’s tropic sign
Spitting and laughter fill my mind
Carve inclinations beaming at the suit of sight

My illumination is writ
For the fun
Plotting every time in the grit
Lots of fun
Graining suffocation too
The room is having suffrage grooves

Guess all the times I haven’t got
Break to the air and leave a lot
Climb into nature with a sort of havoc spot
Aug 2019 · 189
Better days are coming I
Trout Aug 2019
My mood is gone for passing up
My foil is ruptured in the spot
Will your heart respect my own goods?
Can you opportune in the moods?
Fill yourself to go and wait
For better times are always great

My cup is full, so fill it up
You’ve seen the movies and drank a lot
Do you understand the demands?
Do you complicate with the plans?
Find the war inside your heart
The patience is a work of art
Aug 2019 · 217
Quiet Bashing
Trout Aug 2019
The problems at your bedroom side
The crazy calling up at night
The way you talk to move your hands
The way you slither up the sand
Hissing and sparkling
Like the man outside your door who wants a piece of you
Aug 2019 · 425
Tinnitus and bad moods
Trout Aug 2019
I’m not an earthling
I am here to see what is alive
I couldn’t breathe, my own mucus can still choke me
It’s this horrible feeling that nobody else gets
My skin is so thin
The illnesses inside my brain
The overwhelming laughter, mental sound

My judgment is not right
I make a fool of myself
I cling to someone incessantly
Why is it only serious
On a dark application?
And not everywhere else?

How many copies
Will I make of myself before
My mind implodes and the mucus overruns me
From both the nervousness and the excitement
They say decay
I see the breaks get taken here
My influences break my ears and spill sappy

I didn’t understand
I have an urge to delete
Something that makes other people happy
I never bring them joy
My voice is over here
I can’t read a book

Where does this urge come from?
Does doing it make me strong?
A boy once said I only care
About myself, not others
I just dismissed it as not true
But now I see it

I’m so used to
Following rules
When I break them, I don’t realize
It’s so hard to
Sustain merely myself
I try not to wrong you but I can’t right you, either

Crank up the volumes that
Exist solely in my head
They say you can’t turn that **** up
But sometimes I’m in this state
Where it’s like a mental ****
Sounds attacking me

The ringing of a doctor’s office
And the tool that they used
Planted permanently
Trout Aug 2019
My condolences to all the people in the world
The corruption is the saddest thing to see
My condition’s straining to see straight
My time is half-baked
My amusement is for a fantasy that breaks
To the air and watch the surface
Die among us

Wilted, the irises amassing inside of a car
I am dying just to tell you that I love you
My pedantic answers are gruesome
I do some
Confusion
The watery sticks in the air and they fill with despair
Like a cradle candy driven
Save your money

— The End —