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Stalking stark streets         (A Rot n Soul collab.)

Again came the question
The tissue, the tie, the smile
and a thank You?
Was it necessary?
Clotted with thoughts of Her
screams blue thunderbird passion  
Calm, elation                                
Bringing Her vehicle to a halt
He held the tissue,
wiping his nose, rolled up sleeve
letting it drip between his fingers
Fleshed thoughts and bits
blood curdling sublime,  a sneezed
time of life

The army ranger tattoo
the decoration of a once important part
of a well oiled machine
say what you will
there was a day
when this man was righteous and important
slippery slopes and cold nights alone
will surely take you places......
places
not so familiar
juggled jargon of a life once lived
but is'nt it who you love
the trouble you can take
that makes up a map of the world

Geographically speaking he was a compass card
keeping himself centered upon survival
attracted, to all points of interest
maybe it was love boat
or sense of Mia
still left, thrusting, in the back of the skull
he needed to know, where his train might derail
Never the push car, his locomotion was forward
At the edge.
Of town, he despises, the car, burned in a ditch
his fingers raw empty, leaving his prints to service
stations in life, and this
a journey to next
feelings were highly adept, breaking dawn

Seven days and a wake up
of what the hell am i doing here
the red carpet of rolling her up and sending her away again
a nostalgic misanthropic principle
a who's who in his new blue collar bible
a shiny new toy is in order
feelings always fade
the heart wants what the heart wants
a new companion that might appreciate
the wwe,cold pizza and vodka
a bit more
someone who listens a little better
and does'nt have so much to say
after merely a week of intimacy
he knows she knows the words
but wishes she was not recommending regret
when a relationship's run is at it's end
he always admits it's time
to move on

Jutting out his thumb once more
to knock around, thrash down
explore the more tour
His shoes sway, stark right trouble
done giving away, lesions laid lessons
grumbling the grift taken by confession
sun sinking sounds, map distance
Ends of the road
singing what's your hurry
and along comes Mary
Another spike to the mind, hang on slim
He breathes inside, left handed
praying to David peel, lower east side time
Embers, burnt in memory, glow
The beginnings, freak show
tattoos, tapping todays tunes
waltz and molt after the new
taking his blazing razor as a car slows down
gleaming sharp, hopping in for a new ride


*missing JohnRot-a wandering friend
Written by souladareatease
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