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So i killed my younger self, sending shock waves through the stethoscope
Spider web woven with used junkie needles
tossed from the curb
to the submerging fill line
bouncing in the watershed
valiant crouched creek hawk
spread their balanced branch wings
colored burnt brown with grey splotches
a week past, i tried to steal a picture
Blended Burgundy brick moss
from childhoods chart notes
disposable sinking sharps
red & black bee hive took me away
octagon warhol
cold crying stiff
floral mortuary furniture
you look like shit and sound like noise
i am of a breed of improper backstabbers
don't you dare lean to what i say
tossed from the curb
to the submerging fill line
bouncing in the watershed
valiant crouched creek hawk
spread their balanced branch wings
colored burnt brown with grey splotches
a week past, i tried to steal a picture
Blended Burgundy brick moss
from childhoods chart notes
disposable sinking sharps
red & black bee hive took me away
octagon warhol
cold crying stiff
floral mortuary furniture
you look like shit and sound like noise
i am of a breed of improper backstabbers
don't you dare lean to what i say
Published 15th Feb 2018
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15th Feb 2018 7:34pm
you look like shit and sound like noise
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Pictures only last as long as one keeps them.
I have nothing of value to contribute. I think I'll wash the dishes and take a shower now. Let this digest before it curdles. Needles, pipes, aluminum cans obscured a slight bend (inwards with resin for the 'marrow that was yesterday's, and yet not). All the same to keep us docile and weak. All the same to the mind of circumstantial Houdini's.
You are beautiful
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Pictures only last as long as one keeps them.
I have nothing of value to contribute. I think I'll wash the dishes and take a shower now. Let this digest before it curdles. Needles, pipes, aluminum cans obscured a slight bend (inwards with resin for the 'marrow that was yesterday's, and yet not). All the same to keep us docile and weak. All the same to the mind of circumstantial Houdini's.
You are beautiful
15th Feb 2018 7:50pm
cool interesting critique, i like it. many thanks for stopping to read kourtnissixxx.
it makes me want to do a magic tricks and sit in front of the ultra violence screening move like in clockwork orange.
it makes me want to do a magic tricks and sit in front of the ultra violence screening move like in clockwork orange.
Again I love this blend of vividness and street savy in your poetry ... like poetic graffiti
15th Feb 2018 7:52pm
That makes me want to tag some old run down buildings or rail cars with Poetry.
be careful, you may land me in jail with ideas like that lol.
be careful, you may land me in jail with ideas like that lol.
