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...tatter...Slave of styrofoam the dreary ride has left you alone,...tatter... by ~deadlyroutines
In dreams of wires you've grown tangled,
In your nmemonic streets where fog meets dawn
The taciturn vampire struggles for his wicked life,
Melodies that dress demise in lavish clothes start to die,
And don't you know? The devil's playing angel tonight
right 'round dawnToday I woke up face down,right 'round dawn by ~deadlyroutines
the pavement drenched,
my yellow lips pretty caked,
and my old black shirt,
dripping wet with som' cold.
I called my girl, "I'm heading home"
she said "John, your car is gone"
now I was walking right 'round dawn,
when I saw my car, a pick up truck,
a repo man had taken the liberty,
to strap steel graps 'round its toes.
You see, I don't reckon owing any money,
or repo men that looked like old Elvis,
plus there was something wrong,
my head felt light, my eyes were sore,
I guess the thinking took its toll.
As I was walking I heard two sirens and a bawl,
my girl and a small audience were there I saw,
I
-keyboard-+-test-this forgotten treasure,-keyboard-+-test- by ~deadlyroutines
found by sweet causality,
shakes with inner tremors,
fakes a smile and falls asleep.
Pray the fire gulfs your paper tail
The invisible pain will make you whole
Don't let old forge new all cold, askew!
I turned Oedipus inside out, upside down,
I returned the lost child to its pertinent self,
I sucked this river dry 'till sun make flow again,
I endured, rebound, overcame and fell abridged
alone
drown,
inspired,
revelate,
unborn,
desire.
Breath sweet peace,
of chants and reasons,
your ear, never short,
echo in forests of light,
and a Lazarus reborn,
will water your withered,
and prove your pasts...
Poem 57xcareless this encounterPoem 57x by ~deadlyroutines
born from outer regions,
claiming part in Eden, but
pairing hands with Demons
d/oo/rs of tense w/oo/ds,
pretend connection with proximity,
these locks that never twitch,
k/ee/p soul from sw/ee/t infinity...
-1-
now, you come with foreign ills,
and as these hands break tenseness,
creaking wood comes crashing down,
now, all but your illusion pesters.
-2-
you tried to keep unbalanced,
tilling grave to prove your point,
but reason without calmness soon flexes,
clever victim, invisible menace roams
...out and over...
-I-
next yesterday, same yesteryear,
born from whims of bright screens,
you make your
Sta.sh
