Monday, March 11, 2019

shots shots shots shots shots shots

carelessly, callously creating calligraphy
fearlessly, phallicly fighting photography
moshing and melting, molding malignancy
lending to laymans' literal lethargy
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emotional tugs with claws of guilt
never knowing when leaves will wilt
soaring high above icy plains
feverishly fixing now-set growing pains
breathing, choking, coughing smoke
snoring, dozing, dreaming woke
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messily match on broke dreams
fervently fasting for finicky fiends
so you can see, the best of me
but then i withdraw, i tend to flee.
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fresh but fickle, fanning forgotten dreams
trying too tirelessly to take down tumultuous scenes
caught in a settlement, in one of the first thirteen
we pay our dues, hoping to truly be seen.
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