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THE DUMP
20:22 Nov 06 2009
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Nothing here but
broken glass, metal,
and despair
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Broken dreams
and forgotten
happiness
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Miles and miles
of filth, dust, dirt
refuse
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As still
and silent
as the grave
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Anguish that is
worse than
chewing on
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Splintered wood
before washing
the mouth with peroxide
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No one hears
no one knows
just me
Left here to rot
until more
comes on Tuesday
WE
20:11 Nov 06 2009
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Surpassed by the age of spheres beneath the skin of creation.
Cast down to the deepest, darkest void
Ageless insanity hindered by isolation
Morals and vivacity both destroyed
Imprisoned in the darkness of nocturnal's embrace
Blinded by the numbness of detached affection.
Blasphemed by the tongues of the torch's grace
Betrayed by the fireÕs deception
Eternally forlorn by the keepers of the sun
Driven to wander in endless night
Our souls blackened by the light we shun
We were the squanderers of light
SLEEP
17:43 Nov 06 2009
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A man lets me hide in his little dark house,
a space no bigger than a fist, enclosed on all sides by
wooden slats.
Anxious, I peer through the floor,
watching them pass underneath, looking
to obliterate
Sitting in the cross branches
that bear pearls like grapes,
in heavy precious clusters,
I smile and hand him a severed bough.
He promptly casts it away to the parched road with its dull dust breath;
pearls burst open. Now they are frog eggs.
We walk up and down through the aisles...
you are filled up with
tiny soapy pills that drowse your limbs.
I can hold you up; you are as slight and thin as aluminum foil. You relax
into my body, and suddenly i am wearing your lipstick
Your hair is a collection of miniscule lines. Tepid water. Dark
puddle slipping through my ringed fingers.
I hold your head
lest it break into fragments of mandarin china -
you let me clasp you tightly.
Missed you so sorely during my exile
Does this mean -
frigid dawn jolt. Goddammit
WHY DO I ALWAYS DREAM you there.
Why do I always awake.
Shower to clean away morning bruises.
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