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girl diffused Jan 2018
Oh,

you ghost so well--
& when the ball drops
so does parts of anguish

Gone is her salt/water
Gone is your sting of cuts

Yet,
not the memory of you

Your digital ghost
somehow lingers
I can't just write happy stuff, I dunno, man. Catch me on a better day when there's no champagne, whisky, or remnants of *** in my system.
  Jan 2018 girl diffused
Native Sun
Lips!!!
                              And chocolate chip, cookie skin.
                              Hands that touch my face!
                              Aura.
                       ­       Freckles.
                                                ­          Inherited Sin.                        
                            
       ­                Alcoholic Mood changes
                       And endless clichés;
       I want to worship her idol
            And walk in her temple and pray!


                             Make her moan.
                             Hear it?
                             In the grass,
                             In my future,
                             Touch me.
                             Near it.
                          
                             Earth; Shake,
                             Explode; Mind!
                             Earth;Create,
                             Explode;Time!
                             The Fantasy,
                             The Novel!
                             The Portrait,
                             The Model!
                            
                              
                              But­ lately, all I've done is visit.
                              Her dreams.
                              Hopes.
                    ­          Expectations.
                              I missed it.
                              While slumming jaded avenues
                              With Fear and Misfit.
You walk
upon this Earth
like an
opened wound
all soured smiles and
doughy nosed

But one day you
will learn to lick your
own wounds
then heal
unhurried by
the sullen hours
of
slowly melting
the days
into alchemy

flesh for scales

fish-tailed
and finally free...
Mermaids exist whether you want to believe or not.
  Dec 2017 girl diffused
Donall Dempsey
AND THE WORLD WAS AS SIMPLE AS SNOW

You are like all
the dark shops of my childhood
where you enter
with the little ****** of a bell

and the world blossoms
into a myriad of things colourful
to sell
stacked
in impossible & impeccable
order.

All yelling
shining
glinting
wild & glassy.
And the cash register singing
with the hard earned money
and the little ****** of a bell
lets you out again

into a world
excited with the falling of snow
& the palpable approach
of a Christmas when Christmas was Christmas
and the world
was as simple as snow.
girl diffused Dec 2017
Here
After the fire
These were the things I lost:
Vestiges

A left arm
Withering smile
Eyes...gone. Glassy

Extinguished smoke
Faraway laughter
Months old ghostly touches

The lies
Whispered,
All of them
My cut//out tongue

Lastly,
The burned contract
Curled, charred paper
Reeking of a never-was union
A penned epilogue of a never-was union, a never-was relationship.
  Nov 2017 girl diffused
Fred
I hold on
too dearly
to the things I love,
my love,
I gather dust
then rush
from the past,
shaking atomized shadow
off my silhouette of feathers
the air untethered
rubs the skin
and pulls stitches,
leaving aching itch
that reminds of something
that was in the way
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