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tie me up with tender strings of every warm gesture we shared,
it was a charade, a gas, at my face, choked out in the storm,
look towards that light glowing outward from your day-glo eyes
my face is shamed in your light, cannot close in on myself,
close my eye, get those staples quick, the sutures failed.
and we have lost another few hours, on my pedastool.
faces sewn shut by bounds made flesh lust on sheets so sullied;
fucked on a soapbox of pity, you gave it up for nothing;
she, he, is a she, is a he, is a fool, you've been made a stool
front-door, mail-box, time spent in vien, left to be poxed
auto check; font; spell check computer, box life, facimile
life, lie; fake-ass face man; vocal box of blah, blah, blah.
he he ha ha ha, if you read this far...you should call my doctor
I AM A MAN, AND INSTEAD I SHOULD BE A SHED
I AM A MAN, AND INSTEAD I SHOULD BE DEAD
i press on my sockets until black is all there could be
press so hard i will never see you again, how i wish;
i wish i pressed so hard that there was nothing else for me to see
ingrained in my soil; bleeding love, that dog won't lap up my stew
spend another day in prayer, in jest , it's all a joke
that's all that matters in the end
just to laugh in company of other happy faces...