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He sits in the
Gutter of his
Life. His
Wings that
Flew him so
High lay bedraggled on the
Ground. The
Crown of his
Head now nothing more than an
Empty shell.

We are all judged by our bank account,
our homes, our automobiles,
our physical appearance our social status.
I am on the bottom of all those lists.

stringing words together
like daisy chains
to make sense of
what happened
and what didn’t

To dim eyes
beauty shines bright
afire, aflame
too hot to handle
in everyday humdrum

fear skin like glass
over real skin
easily shattered
and it cuts so deep

It is a rainy morning, pre-dawn as usual with these bothered nights, where the heavy jacket is out and I dart from getting water to drink to keyboard and over to watch the charger and my dying camera…

rest in peace, lauren

if you were touched by lauren please pass this through your groups

a heart doesn’t break easily
but carelessness will do it
have you heard the sound it makes
it’s not pleasant but at least it’s quiet

sex charms make object(ive)s fly
Suntan Road ride my teddy bear over the river
raining bats out of low toffee colored clouds
the storks scatter gossip about bad weather
balling at the top of their lungs
t…

I saw myself
lying as if asleep in a
coffin made from glass
eyes closed and
breast ever so still
just like Snow White
before the prince

got a mean ol’ snake
justa rattlin round my mind
justa rattlin round my mind
got a mean ol’ snake
justa rattlin round my mind
justa rattlin round my mind

stone cold sober
I look up at the stars
twinkling in their icy blaze
each one a dream
you promised me

my heart in my hands
thinking of nowhere
because it’s somewhere
for my mind to go
when rain falls
and the fog is thick
and the sun is far

the vintage window the light express
the ghost in the phone case echos a hollow elbow
pretty soon the room will be filled to maximum
capacity
the preparations for a previous life
are underway
pop trust in …

hanging on the words
with baited breath
but none hit the mark
they’re just making holes

wasted down and burned to the ground,
wasted down and burned to the ground.
beat beat beat the drum, bang bang bang the gong.

as she rose above the oceans gentle waves

she met a multitude of rainbows

colliding in unison just above her

Darkness is a power