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 A Long December (March 24, 2013) |
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*Counting Woes*
04.17.2013
My neighbor's an ex-cop
He took the place of a forcible sodomizer
My skin is sunburned in a stripe
Bunker like windows turned vertical
When you see one of us stuffed
With earplugs. Sock plastered
With time and hair grease
Over eyes
When you smell us. Death perfumes different
Each cell. Each day. Every emotion
When you hear us cry in our laughter
Smile in our tears
When like thirteen ghosts
We are shut up in sliding doors
Haunted
When you meet me. And I'm shaky
Scared. Rambling about injustice
Grinning about forgiveness
When Crazy Cat Meow and Cupcakes
Message me. And Teresa's voice starstrucks me
Just on her answering machine
Cold chilling thirty minutes just for free world
Female glances
When one connects. Really connects with
Reason to believe this year will be better than the last
And the smell of hospitals and supermax cells
Smell of home
Is there still hope?
When everybody hurts sometimes
And some times hurt everybody
The tragic aspects of our existences
Are like peacock feathers. A lion's mane
Nature teaches us to suffer beautifully
Poetically. Especially those blessed
Insane.
The wasp, Margaret :), is O.K. FYI. I love that song, too. Very much.
You like the movie "The Crow", too?
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