This pallet reeks of contempt:
my diet consists of bitter pills,
but none so extensively potent.

My ego's no skin and entirely bone.
Chuck a Band-Aid into a gaping hole.
Attention's more 'quick fix' than antidote.

Is there pity for the pathetic?
Pat a love-starved girl on the back.
It's a sight, this bleary-eyed toddler
tugging on the sleeves of your guilt.

"Please tell me I'm worth your time!
Please tell me you care!!
Oh, please give me a second glance
if you've got one to spare!!!"
You. You.
Little loud voice.
You keep me up,
All night, with your
Little whispers.

You shift to your side
Little Tectonic shifts,
To confound my sleep,
To sully my slumber,
To drown my dreams,

You keep, you keep,
You keep me up.
You played all night
With your little big band.
Evelyn May 17
One headphone in the left,
radio in the right.
A stranger drives measures in clefts of night

Kiss him how feet kiss sand
    ---A soloist breaking off from the band,
the pianist beckoned him back,
tuning deft fingers to a single track.

Sound’s wordless talk
beats a measure a half-step off;
Blue’s lips tactless, sucking down,
Blue’s lips fastening ankles to ground.

Then sudden:
a rock in the road is an
anchor thrown,
caught between verses,
words you don’t know.

Then sudden:
the break is
pianist's mistake,
notes shift under toe,
the ocean lets go.
Joliver 6d
Chapter 18 is coming to a close soon
And with it comes
The beginning of the next
Featuring a new setting
New characters
And new potential for growth

When I think of the novel of my life
And how short a story it could have been
And how the main characters
Have changed over the years
I always end up
Back in study hall
During lonely chapters 15 and 16
And think of how
The only thing I studied
In that hour and a half every week
Was a dark hallway in my mind
Where each door I opened
Lining the walls on either side
Held the darkest thoughts of my life
Thoughts of how I could end it
All too soon
My study hall was filled with studying
All the ways I wished I could just stop breathing
And when I look back on it now
All I think of
Is how the one person who was there for me
Can't stand me
Because I was a mistake
Our two years together was a mistake
She says
And I don't want to believe it's true
But deep down I think I was a mistake too
And my own parents didn't notice
The numb machine their son had become
But they get worried when I stop talking to them now
Because I realized that I have nothing to say
To the people I share a home with
Because they
Know nothing about me
And the person I've become
But they try to enforce
Their irrelevant morals
While invading my privacy
And destroying any trust
I can't wait to get out of this house
And for someone to finally tell me
That I can breathe
Because
I am suffocating

Whenever I try
To reach out to the people who raised me
I am always
Always
Always
Reminded of why I don't
I reached critical mass the other day
Finally had enough
Of the way my brain works
Like a broken record
Playing nothing but white noise
And reached out to get the help
That I can't provide myself
And they swatted my hand away
And gave me a band-aid
In the form of a five minute talk
To cover a wound
A lifetime long
That I have been trying
To stitch together
On my own
For years

But it's fine
In the classical story arc every character
Faces hurdles along the way
And soon the next chapter of my life will begin
Just please
Won't someone
Just tell me that I can breathe?
I can't wait to start college...
Walking and saying
Things our wellbeing
The soul needing love possessions
Have absolutely no meaning

Playing and praying
Overstaying and Under-paying
Rising sun and Symphonic searching

" Is this the way it is?" Tis the season

But the tightness no business like
searching business
  She is combined and mixed like a song
fully lined both with keynotes somehow
we declined
The feeling that you cannot breathe
or  trust both of us
 we can  bearly suck it all in
My music playing just click my belt buckle
Will start to begin

The soul is not a crime or just a rhyme
I barely cannot breathe
I am in a chuckle, you see his
smile raising up his dimple

Ms. Thumbelina cobblestone
narrow-minded street your
in the tightrope symphonic beat

But its dark outside your ringlets
Waved him on got excitedly mesmerized
His Goblet of wine she curls up in
his body heat brilliantly dazzled
The sky to your dreams he is
reaching your
soft side skin
whats actually within
our souls

So  hooked into your ride not to slide
better grades and goals
The awesomeness symphonic hatter
Victorian divineness
Her paper cut out hearts as real
as they come
The Eastside Symphonic tip of his
Heavenly Bliss private Quarters
What becomes of the broken hearted
Heads or dimes not landing on her stone
Floor heart
The Duke of all trades of the hat he's smart

Cool running erotic
Addictions to the mind so fanatic
What a good soul sometimes
He overexaggerates about
love and fate darkness drives him demonic
What are you kidding me
She doesn't rest her heart on his
soul for the burning desires of food
for thought
She keeps piling his poems like any sport
He's her everything she learns to be taught

Searching lips pricing
Red bloodshot eyes of crying onions
She is so fierce controlling
Musically like a Tiger roaring
He is like a design of graphics tattoo
The earring piecing the sweetest taboo

More soul searching
She's the snake purse
to his snake eyes fancy,
he took a ride
Upper-false teeth
The upper west side
have some prideThe dark side
became her thing
The wildflower not to stand to
bloom and bang like her band

Westside sounds came deep
his pride and joy like a parade
and wickedly dark his charade

It was  sneaking up on her backside
And the other side was just hiding
and smiling
She definitely saw the light lamp post how
the smells came stronger the darkness of desire
she was famished not to have vanished

Feeling like a pot roast love continued
She had a gift for her lover, not the
toast who would brag to boost
Two Bloody British what
divine glasses at a cost
The symphonic soul
captured them like the
Dark-Knight of words
Symphonic sounds came
hearing names
soulful hummingbirds buzz-net

And there weren't any more
words there was silence
Eating shepherds pie table was set

Taking over another soul that's a lie
just like magic searching for a love
so long ago became tragic
You need more perseverance
Her true love gave her
an incredible sixth sense
of deliverance
The top seat at the concert
classical wicked taste of music
candescent erotically sonic

She had this certain quality
He was a symphonic love bounty
Her lips moved so fitting fantastically
The flower shops caught her eye
She couldn't sense what was real or a lie
The fast pace of the people all worked up.
What a soulful smell music sounds
she faintly known

To her ear wanted to hear only him shown

Besides the faintly illuminated
shapes evergreens were
heartily trimmed
She stood out bright as the ground
She was turning gray losing reality
not to be found or heard
So soulful her lips speak
she was walking with her head up
in the air fancy dancey
How those men could speak.
You could smell all the ethnic
flavors of foods
She felt the search for something
of a Saint, she was trying to
hard to be good
What a Haydn, his wife
was the mad hair driving

Miss Daisy soul of hers crazy curled
inside her book
She's the lady-like curler
How he played through her hair
Hunchback of Notre Dame who was to blame?
How his eyes wondered playing
and observing
But she was holding his stare

like a womanizer and his eyes flew
what a haunting moon
But Samatha the harp shady tree
He said, my fair lady,
He's stringing something together

What! creepypasta but sometimes her powers were weak
The symphonic love potent every other week

Some Gothic man symphonic music started
Playing Rossini Opera he could stand on his head.
She was pinned to his eyes
Pinterest such interest
she was all bloomed like a fly

By witches, flower came he passed her and he knew exactly who she was as is but wait not his?
The pleading the beg humbug far from her tunes of the ladybug

Razzamatazz all body of Jazz jitterbug
He winked she-devil
summoned him on
What a binding spell
She wiped the sweat off her face
She was beautiful with pale
porcelain skin
So alluring walking
with her parasol
This is my darkness of a read I hope you enjoy flowers even if they perk you up if they are the darkness stay alive to bloom there will always be a flower like you
It’s a comedy of errors…
  the clowns and actors inside

When for two millennia,
  they served to amuse and abide

The patriots and righteous
  once made all the laws

But now the Halls of Congress
  by their presence are flawed

Through political correctness,
  the blind pretend that they see

With our future in peril,
  they laugh at our pleas

A carnival sideshow
  they make of the truth

As the press and the movies
  back up what’s uncouth

They lie in our face
  with the darkest of plans

Their excuses in concert
  now leading the band

Like the rats in the cellar
  and the bats in the barn

To the hills we must drive them
  where they can do no more harm

And the power repositioned
  among the brave and the wise

Who care first for their country
  —keeping freedom alive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Eventually I did put a face
to  your loving cues your emails
It had been so long since your destiny had asked you my King
to marry her
that hunting jealous day that began much earlier under a 1975 degree celcious and did burn us to a crisp
Nothing would have given me more assurance more pleasure  such a gracious challenge to a  mysterious
proposition to dig my heart
for the final blow
one queen for his other
prior queen bee
and a winner I was
to obliterate her wedding band
how loving of you cupid of mine
always digging at my heart
for my heart of gold
then the cause and effect of karma blew our plans up
another King, Brad appeared
with roses and diamond ring
in hand he had no mask
just an hidden agenda
he took my children to his Mom
to make another queen
jealous and i took the bate
for just one hour
both my King and Brad
had chosen he same photo
E-mailed among several
to both
the picture was the same summer dress I wore with the king I loved
someone something from beyond
mirrored the scene in this life
to cause and effect
it showed my love
a simple approach to
a woman's heart
and me that the woman he married giving her a diamond ring taking her and son to his Mom was more to make
me jealous and fight
for his love
an invisible revolving door had opened both to win
both to lose
had bid the greatest game
of love
beware of Karma
to catch a true king FOCUS
don't take bates don't settle for new when the heart is taken  by a true love.
my king was found by his wife
and I returned Brads diamond
lesson played leasson learned
then came the clock ticking
grestest King Mr Time
takes my hand
paper INK and pen
to script a new
wish it is Winter he says
HOW DO YOU
WANT ME TO KISS YOU?
as a revolving door
reapeares
How do you think a and how do we feel about the one we truly live a nail can't take another its the heart that will break and the loss is an unsurmountable abyss beware open your eyes FOCUS one single thought two hearts that beat as one cannot distract nor settle and never take a new liver if our heart loves another
He was blown>>>>
>>>> away_--- from
my lace-up
Is She his blue
Mood tie set any bet
to walk the talk

At your own pace
The lustful wake up she
got the face

The edge of his rim sneaker
So prim who is proper
On the brim of ecstasy
He puts sugar on my tongue

Rumors like the "Talking Heads"
All in the bedding sneaker
Jane of the jungle wild tongue
She races Tarzan swinging sneakers
You and I tripped over dreams the sneaker?
Lip to lip disaster

The "Cyberwar" stepped on melting
Gold pot of tar
The loud blaster she moves the
Starwars so far

He could eat her up
his checkered black and white flag
Like a lobster claw his last draw

The racer mouth sponsor

She was born 2-B that way
sneakers love 3 some run
It's not unusual to have fun
with anyone
Her hands were far gone but
solid as a rock
Rollicking flying his rocket
Racing by her own clock Ms. Hornet


His sneaker loud love feud one
the detail on her sneaker
the wild bird of a bud

He shook me all night long
don't do an
A-C-D-C  on me
The sneaker he got the
Crazy eights
 No prank calls
Her hot buns and
Speaker- Frank-flirters
take me out to the
ball game demonized

The Anti Christ be born again
My sneaker group what a tank full
The Antitank no thanks
You cant always get what you want
and if you try sometimes
Charge all plastic but
sneakers like rubber soul

Visa hot runner Lisa no control
The American Express abdominal press
Shop until she drop's gum-drops
Your head was like a
Rolling Stone Jagger
Bigfoot sneaker Friday 13 size
That girl sweet pea Lea surprise
In the Hell, kitchen she snapped
That purr nightcap like Cleopatra

He's the Mantra so passionate fruit loopier
She's the Mona Lisa unfriendly sneaker
Your happy socks are quick
On his bell-hop feet
The sneaker riddle beat


That long meeting so tied up
For time baby blue eyes Frank
on the mic
Like the jitterbug tight-knit
as sneaker print rug
Citron sharp eyes 5 Karat
Spicy hot Chili pepper
poem sonnet

The singer swung
Jazzy sneaker band
Dr. Who wears sneakers drinking
Dr. Pepper

The "Red Apple McIntosh" computer
Such a loud mouth hacker Josh
Jeweled Judy cultured pearls sneaker smash

Or her Stairmaster her
sneaker hotties ruffles have ridges
The juicy burgers dill pickles

Desperately sneaking Susan
sneakers to her affair finish line 
What a Lady Madonna
baby sneakers
at her breast rebel of hearts
I wonder how she manages to
sneaker speed the rest

Her best to out twin any talk
bullseye power walk
Buying the triplex sneaker
The loud talker 4 for 4 fame Wendy
Run like a fugitive your alias
name
Go International quite run
for your money I suppose
His sneakers up on her recliner
It wasn't her better rose
She's the high boot lady ever finer

On E-Bay selling your favorite sneakers
Those Australian Huskies biting sneakers
Such a Paws up against doggone heartbreaker

The in-crowd Flynn or another runner Lynn
Everybody is not a star or wedding crasher
Or even the right sneaker lover

Lady that lives in her homeless shoes
Are we all inside a video game
all commercials

Needing bifocals video begins
 Wynn at Sneaker Con
Joy to the world of the joystick
The sneaker of the Torah prayers of
the Temple
All dots and specs out of sneakers
More zits and pimples
I just want one-half cream
The changing Moon 1/2 Wolf
My man (Mr. Drakar) Howling toenail

French onion soup say cheese
her sneaker what a
no-brainer lightheaded breeze
You come so far sneaker trainer
And a grave site plot famous
brand sneaker
name

A million odds to one name in the
cemetery
Bloody Mary she flies in her
sneaker like Mary Poppins
Going under the influence
Heres looking at you kid umbrella

Hot Hollywood Taurus Bulldog
runner
We really don't have a name

We are writers and damn
good fighters single to mingle sneaker
Not the homewrecker more like the homemakers
Even sneaker has a voice and walks like singers
Shoeiverse sneaker race
became her living curse
The grin of the Grinch green sneakers
On his sled ride the lucky shamrock

I'm the happy heel
The tigress furry feel skip to my Lou
he ordered the
kids happy meal

Getting a ticket for reckless walking
Lights on or eyes wide shut
Are sneakers running for their life?

More fuel- time we get no alone time
Let's go shopping for the
new sneaker called
(Valentine only) sold one
day the sale
Singing her sneaker song a chip
device to talk back hot male
The 'Calvin Klein" dockers her ball of the foot
tennis sneakers It's her loud Owl Hooter-hoot

The farm girl Ralph Lauren corral
To rope her in lasso-like with morals
racing horse of different color fashion
I cannot hear you I have a hell
of a tinnitus reaction

  She-Devil bickering.>>> No heart like a sneaker
I am a snake too short to run the mile

I was too busy looking
at her long legs
On the Jet
** Plane
The most popular lady
in her sneakers 

Viper car and strings attachments
Ms. Love lace the shoelaces
with hearts
She is tied to his ankles
like condiments
Like Sweet cherries what a
bomb kicker sneaker
The Southern Belle runner
Be the stunner the trucker roadrunner

Hail to Mary the sneaker
Queen of Sheba
Turn on the radio Country singer Reba
What a sneaker rating ratio

When she bent down the crisscross
Watch out cross my heart trainer

Cross my heart and hope to die
To get slimmer
I am the happy sneaker
all the moods hot goods
(Hey Robin Hood)
stealing a rich man and poor women
which is the witch

One string said pull me the
other one said you feel like a
Chrome lead sleepy feet go to bed

Like Beer and pretzels
What an insane sneaker hazard
Hospital beepers sneaker virus
stepped on the most expensive
Venus, I beg you to run
lips we travel bullets and stars
We just want some fun

Marathon key just one clicker
That strawberry shortcake
Versus the "Cherry Bomb"
The Prince and the Pauper
what a toad kisser
That army tanker hurry up
lunch or brunch
What a Patriot Brady bunch

My shoelaces became like a
firecracker candy bar crunch

Who is the loser lover
or the winner
The long trip almost at the end
of the race
What a rivalry those shot glasses
at random
The sneaker fandom

Smile to me if you're not
wearing anything
but sneakers
My wings the wifi cute feet just
say Hi

No, I saw a man 600 pounds
of Reebok gold way too
much belly roll fat
The Dr. Seuss cat in the hat

Nike in the air Robin
bird skydivers
Dark matter gold diggers
Movie (It) Stephen King
skateboard

Penny feet relaxer
The Wise clown got her
The sneakers comedians
Seinfeld stand up sneaker
To be dead or wed Kleinfeld
Exotic sneakers and
cars he made a home run
Hot hell ring my bell
You made me happy
I got to first base

And you all sync into
one of a kind sneaker
Mom Robin the singer
No, I saw a man-eating
out of his sneaker
His head up in the Nike air
Oh! all hell breaks footloose
computer looking
up the sneaker sales

All I am doing is clicking
with a mouse
Where is my lover
sneaker twin, my spouse
This is about a trip not on an airplane flight more down to earth long walk star gazers or runners and clickers but its a comedy around all names and hot runner shes the firecracker don't  eat her at her game
/                                 ....i started to, sort of,
                           forget the world...

i mean:

            reading karin jones' article,
        and the extra s she uses,
                                  after an apostrophe?

i can't but gloat in literary
                                                   pedantry -
              everyone else does some
sort of pedantic excuse
to begin with...

            the welsh & irish marching
band?
             so... that's o.k.?

        ha ha!
            i just love their nibbling
of a coherent march of bodies
in a slavic army,

               quasi-nazi: feet above hands...

nibbling "marching" while standing
still,
           nibbling,
                      a proper cock-up fest...

shame about those red coats
adorned by, what appears to be,
   a retard fest of marching squares...

i'll admit:
   that's the only time you can
make a genuine laughter excuse...
       the british army's parade squadron...

fuck: have to get my mongolian
harmonica out for this opinion...
  
   motorboat of fluffly lips +
             an up & down index finger
moving, just shy of
                    interfering with the lip...
fuck!
        can't even ascribe
an onomatopoeia
                                  to that shit!

foul mouth?
      well, i did pay an extra £10
   on the already brothel owner's £10
entry fee,
   for the £110 for an audience
with a woman:
                that no psychiatrists
can replace -
                     and will end up bashing
his head against a brick wall
to suspend compensation...

                the extra £10?
                         oral sex...
   a my my my my my what
                       a mighty paradox!
prostitutes charge an extra £10
to perform oral sex on them,
   on top of the £110 you already paid
for an hour...
   but then when you kiss
them, they become divisive...

        sneaky motherfucker that i am...
i'm glad that i managed to steal
at least two,
       to pardon a faculty of
                   memory and banking...

toes, wrist, that thing that's a first
at the end of the foot connecting
the fetish...

                         it really is hilarious!
how can a nurse, check my pulse,
when touching my wrist?!

              i've already spotted two
places on my body, where she actually could,
but won't...

   under the right arm-pit,
   and just above the right-side of
the collar-bone...

    i gather that the latter posit is more
hygienic...
   but come on!
             pulse reading... on the wrist?!
can you actually "read" (count)
a pulse in an area of so much
bone shrapnel, veins... but no arteries?!

i thought you needed an artery
to check a pulse,
   rather than veins, that... literally
have no measure of the heart's existence,
rather: what encompasses
being in the possession of other organs
having utilißed... well... their utility!

she doesn't kiss... but charges an extra £10
to perform oral sex on her...

you would really think it was
the other way round.

who reads a pulse while pressing down
on a wrist?!
      you could count it

   without that bloody artefact of
cold pressed against the chest
        (algorithm the noun:  
  ...      ...             ....................  
         .. . .            .....
                  ............      
medical instrument to check pulse
  ...      ...             ....................  
         .. . .            .....
                  ............    ....        ....
shit... new entry:
        medical hearing aid................
.... ...          ....           ....       .. .....
   ..........................................
fuck, no good)

                      within the confines
of the two "mandarin voodoo" coordinates
on the body i already stressed!

but no...
      medical arithmetic of the heart
on the tip of a finger,
or by squeezing
                      the bicep and tricep
part of the arm to expose an artery...

    i already possess knowledge of two!
two! arteries in my body,
and all i had to do was... find them!

it's like 20th and 19th century
anthropological studies made
                                  europeans dumb;

sorry...
  
               techno-fucking-cratic.
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