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pocket knife criss cross
scraped wet along cigarette coated dishes
I can hear the proded screams
peeling off the wall
an insects mating ritual
fornicating on toilet paper valentines
there's not enough vodka
goddamnit
I'm dripping dusty aderall
on thirsty smoke leaches
and I need to pee
broken glass and ashtray teeth
sterilize the mirror
before it crumbles from too many o-ds
spit shined youth amputated
on the rocks
and contemplating the blue
of virgin wrists
let's watch the sunbeams die
broken box fan sweat
sliding down unstable poetry fires
what's your favorite color
murdered in gasoline rainbows
I wonder
I bet
it's suicidal
I want to taste the disconnection
in that statement
and absorb the demons
who proved it
blood
blood
blood
all I smell is home
and all I hear is scratching radio static
vibrating through the door
lets dangle splinters from the frame
and watch self mutilation at it's best
there's dilated eye balls eye ball fucking me
limp on the counter
like I can't fucking see
prison grease clotting down his chin
in wasted abundance
gods between his shoulder blades
twitching into matured scabies
and I know
it's only a holy parasitic feast
for rotten royalty like us
cause god doesn't have enough peanut butter
to feed poverty today
scraped wet along cigarette coated dishes
I can hear the proded screams
peeling off the wall
an insects mating ritual
fornicating on toilet paper valentines
there's not enough vodka
goddamnit
I'm dripping dusty aderall
on thirsty smoke leaches
and I need to pee
broken glass and ashtray teeth
sterilize the mirror
before it crumbles from too many o-ds
spit shined youth amputated
on the rocks
and contemplating the blue
of virgin wrists
let's watch the sunbeams die
broken box fan sweat
sliding down unstable poetry fires
what's your favorite color
murdered in gasoline rainbows
I wonder
I bet
it's suicidal
I want to taste the disconnection
in that statement
and absorb the demons
who proved it
blood
blood
blood
all I smell is home
and all I hear is scratching radio static
vibrating through the door
lets dangle splinters from the frame
and watch self mutilation at it's best
there's dilated eye balls eye ball fucking me
limp on the counter
like I can't fucking see
prison grease clotting down his chin
in wasted abundance
gods between his shoulder blades
twitching into matured scabies
and I know
it's only a holy parasitic feast
for rotten royalty like us
cause god doesn't have enough peanut butter
to feed poverty today
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