it was quick easy clean and graceful dreams today for me are sharp
wires on the way over hard horizon the heart is tossed away there are some music notes along side like comets
mocking heart in her exile away from him
upon the crossing of that place heart’s lost hind sight again with only tear salted picture frames of his hand no longer holding her
i once found him looking into my eyes holding my hands
he moved me to live to love to laugh
while the endless hoping
that my days will die fast
fuel the tomorrows that cast me into a grinding trap
i really wish i wouldn’t have to leave and pace back and forth between cold frontiers looking into darkness
the void is left
as limbo and i walk hand in hand exhausted
hail to R Banks for conceptualizing and making this offering and picture possible love you so much
well she said
i’m done with my soul
all six lives are gone
the songs of victory
echo away from me
no need to be
anything else
i was what now i give
to you
from the depot 🙂
oh hey teacher no i’m no poet
no need to give
me your Conklin pen
i’m just a kid from down the nickel loud mouth
skidded knees cigarette
boozer
blood upon her
sleeve
reveler of sunsets
procrastinator in the dawn
i am the honey of her thighs
and the pulsing
bang bang of his gun
but hey psssst mister i
ain’t no poet
bawdy as all hell quiet when i need to be
if some angel fell
in hell
i’ll go fetch em’ Darla
Hood impersonator feeler of the waste
inside their eyes
corny graffiti kids
longing for the
it apps to arrive
liquor store dwelling social services auditor
of her majesty the
street but mister
i assure you mister i ain’t no poet
AC/DC cranker upper
Curtis Mayfield fuck play it louder
poker player chopper rider star watcher little fighter
hey man call me
foolish lady riff raff heart
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from the depot 🙂
heart
under
your beating
laughing rhythm
burns the fire of
joy like no other at
watching the delft blue beyond
spread away in grandeur pageant
so the lady of the golden light
may dance for the ushers of Nirvana
time sits on the shelves
next to all the dreams
just an index finger’s length
out of reach
her side of the wall
sustains the portraiture
of her bloodline
his side the world’s articles of hate
never knowing of each other
going about their life
the wall that separates them both
in between the unseen darkness waits for them
patiently there void of light
and when that time marches from its sitting place again
to guide their souls into the other world
the ego skin from them will finally be shed
from the depot 🙂
me
gusta caminar de noche
preferible
sin la luna
esconderme
en mis pensamientos
reír
como niña como nunca pude
pensar
en dulces y juegos
y olvidar todo lo que fui
eu
gosto de andar a noite
preferível
sem a lua
esconda-se
em meus pensamentos
ria
como uma garota como eu nunca pude
pense
em doces e jogos
e esquecer tudo o que eu era
i like to walk at night
preferably without the moon
hide in my thoughts
laugh like a little girl like i never could
think of candy and games
and forget everything i was
from the depot 🙂
the rain has stopped and the sidewalks smell like dog piss and dying roses but i like the fragrance of my clove cigarette the stop lights change every two minutes nothing strange i can’t place my emotions today i feel pressured to rub elbows with the crowd across the street but i can’t i don’t feel well my body pains me and i want to cry taking a few steps away from the Tropical i breath in deep a few yards away is a pile of rubbish the bright colors make it look magical and comforting looking at the clock across the street it’s time for group and terror grips me around my ankles and chest again again again my head fills up inside with doubt and shame like a sinking vessel i try to be brave my hands shake and i grind my teeth nostrils flare and i anger…
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from the depot 🙂
if we never fly
if we never dream of life
in other directions
if we never tilt our hats
by Johnny’s tomb
if we never smoke Cuban cigars
and tango with Tom Waits
if we never see each other again
know that you were enough to make me happy
words less spoken 