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she’s come back to me, she’s just a b…

in the summer time / she’s still running back to me / even though / she’s just a bitch / the perfect ally for a / fool like…

i wish i had some salt.

leaving behind wet trails / memories lingering behind them / glistening beautifully in the morning light / i wish i had some salt.

just give up dog

just give up

sputtering out of sight

my girl my girl / i have forgotten most about you / the color of your eyes at night / the sound of your sleep breathing

some old bastard playing these songs

and these bloody days will pass / when you come and visit me / leaving a flower or two / or maybe a hum a song that once was sung

little toy fountains

they are your fountains / and that makes them more / then just cheap plastic toys / they are what flow in your little soul / the same that…

goodnight sleep / fecal matters

but that’s all blind romantics / improperly expelling fecal matters / preaching out of the fear / of being alone or even worse: / al…

to hide the light

and your ears our stuffed / with earbuds / leaking bubblegum / so you need not hear

the pretty ones win the prizes

glossed over / red lips / doe eyes / blackened hips / so much / forgettable / paste / absorbed / oh so / easily

standing in the archway

i was standing in the door way / for about an hour / and nothing much was going on / just a repeating thought / a ghastly yet lovely and …

only the ghosts and spirits reside there

with their dusty skeletons and marble floors / birds stuffed with loving hands / like well scribed epitaphs / that no longer are read

like hammers against kitten skulls

and pick up the pieces of fur and blood / lust and tongues wrapping around more / tongues with words with no sounds / i can hear your lau…
Owl salt shaker shot with Holga lens and Nikon D7000 (3) by Jason Franklin Owl salt shaker shot with Holga lens and Nikon D7000 (2) by Jason Franklin Owl salt shaker shot with Holga lens and Nikon D7000 by Jason Franklin

punching my knuckles into a mirror

and they sink / and i drink / and eat / and not fuck / but worry
Magic star wand with little hands  by Jason Franklin If David Bowie had a glam toddler :) by Jason Franklin Magical toy wand magic  by Jason Franklin

she the machine

and your child / was partially replaced with / days in a cave
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and hell’s shitting in your pretty mouth

and hell’s shitting / in your pretty mouth / hot ashes and steaming coals / turning the good sky gray

time machines and a whore

to lay waste to / sorry for offending you / your home is ash now / my little whore
A little ass for your viewing pleasure. by Jason Franklin

just pissing myself

you know what i mean / there from where you / stand you can / see the / jelly beans

they liked her jeans on the floor

but she couldn’t / keep the dicks out / so she picked / the destruction / oh well

no more hdr

no more hdr / it hurts my eyes / too real for me / i like a little / out of focus / i prefer a bit / of the old / invention / film and…

and slightly stretched-out lace panties

and pissing in the carpet / after drinking too much / just like an educated / walking on two legs / spitting on my dreams / bitch does

damn you for forgetting me

if i squint hard enough i believe / i may see you waiting there for me / in a place only separated by time and space / that’s all / …

never a chance

the crack it climbs up the wall / a vine reaching for the sky / the sun for which it craves / cannot be obtained / anymore / it withers a…

the blue world, a saintly whore

with many a whore singing wildly / whistling for the dogs / to come and eat the little remnants / that their hunger left intact

oh sycamore

the chainsaws are growing near / hold me tight / oh sycamore

the drunken bard

it is the / season / of moans and / the bemoaned / now collapse / my fingers / broke

flightless birds

they still see me / through the portal of time / maybe they can travel / beyond death

the destroyer

this man / the destroyer / with intentions set / on mass destruct / no sense of concern / for the other man / and his golden child …

these past eight years

you with your temper and teeth / always wait for me / when i get home

enough pressure

but darling the trees are all bare / with leaves that give up no fruit

to set the raft sailing onwards

turn me over / like a mattress worn out / and take my golden teeth / for the payment will be steep / to get me out of purgatory / to s…

when the old me gets lonely

when i wrote that song / and took those yellowed photographs / so many thoughts ago / i just want to include you / instead of the broken…
Fuji X10 macro shot of ELH bulb detail 3 by Jason Franklin Pretty macro pastels and such Fuji x10 1  by Jason Franklin Fuji X10 macro shot of papers 1  by Jason Franklin Fuji X10 macro shot of ELH bulb detail 2 by Jason Franklin Fuji X10 macro shot of ELH bulb detail 1  by Jason Franklin

but it’s christmas somewhere (the thief)

there’s a girl who i loved / cuddling in her prettiest of underwear / telling the thief / that this is a beautiful christmas / that …

he’s merrily chocking mrs. claus

there goes rudolph with a red nose / but that’s not from genetics / he’s got a drinking problem / too much eggnog and pussy t…

now that they’ve all been buried

now that they’ve all been buried / forgotten names on the tombstones / you can leave a flower or two / just because you remember w…

they take little gnarly bites

you are a fucking fool / for this is the solution / popular pollutions are free to throw away

unwrap your skin like a christmas gift

slap me slap me slap me / with your most pedestrian / of work / your words are ninja tacks / and keep on digging into my ass / like gro…

christmas gifts and easy dismemberments

against shattered debris / now text your lover / about the party / and the head / you saw / off

she was a mermaid before she was a siren that ate…

the currents take you / from one sunken ship / to this one / maybe she can help you sink

the old man and the memory of his yellow lab

no dog leashed in his right hand / nothing but a ghost / walking quietly beside him / in his sweetest memories

another poem about a girl you can’t attain

now the girl in my dream / is only whispering around a corner / where the key is the doorway

pissing your initials in the snow

the snow has melted / and with it your piss initials / just barely stinking in the / memory i have / made of you

with a wet dream for a love affair

she sometimes calls me / and asks for money / or kindness / and i give it / like a fool does / that’s why we are here now / with…

as the boy sleeps

i lay beside him as he snores / and the fan whirrs above us / keeping the slumgering child / stuck in dream / a state i would like to …

peaceful and pink with lust

i want to cut your / face off and apply / it by super glue to a / horses ass / and call it make believe

smatteringantimattering

radiating particularized / unifying earthly bodies / molding the air / into seas of / electricity

spare me a cup of your wine

drag me to / the white dogs / the yellow / pines / of deviled eyes

for the control of the concubines and pretty love…

for the control / of the / concubines / and pretty / lovely / controlled / mickey mouses

this canary yellow dead bedfellow

of a life now forgotten, / when the tears were / onion laced / and easily made, / the laughter was / agonizing to replicate / as it was a f…

in piles of splenda on the dirty counter spaces

stars going light speed / in the alley ways / the dealers are slipping in / and remembering mother’s / birthdays a day too late

pineapples are apples with a point or two

as i watch the stream of yellow urine / my collection of pirates and aristocrats / were stealing baby jesus away

and you’re feeling around in my jeans

the therapy can eradicate / what once was / and maybe what is that was / but now there’s only you / and a pile of candy

my little boy, you ask a lot of questions

ask me anything / boy / take up my useless / and selfish time / because everything / and every word you’ve / said / is gold

scratching off winning numbers that never were won

that you were too shy to pluck / sitting on your bar stool / closer to drool and fools / then cleaning up / these open sores
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