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If i get stung by a jellyfish i might let you pee on me
Silverbell
silverbell tree bloomed overnight.
it was fallen snow in the calm,
covered frozen dirt in April.
white flowering petals
parted from mother to earth.
today
Twirling a mic piece in my left hand,
i wait for the next call to come barreling in.
this call center drives me crazy.
the chattering,
Clamouring;
debating with myself to switch jobs for better pay
or continuing to write.
this strange loophole
i've fallen into has allowed me to tell truths.
asdf
i put up a wall in the wake of truths reality
spending my time clocked in to not face the heartache
button of the belly kind
You are my belly button lint index finger
digging
just before my salad fork
hits nostril range
Pizza Apocalypse
My life is a pizza
and everyone i've met are the toppings
We're not long for this city anymore
fluorescent flicker flip lights
lock the doors that cater a thousand thresholds passing
the town of music waits for you
so wave goodbye on a gesture
Lasagna water
sharks teeth swam biting
clear blue waters drove us mad
fins cry in the deep
You left me in your browser history
I'm a break room vending machine
broken bill acceptor
you are a German coin rolling down
on a yo yo string
being pulled
right back up
poor me,pour you
Laundry in October
Is this what help feels like?
surrounded by swallowing crowds
yet
alone
Black ice
Pulling out of the snow covered apartment parking lot
a yellow jeep wrangler
turning three hundred sixty degree spins
down a steep hill next to the mall
macabre
death mask
departure
One by one they each departed
until only i was left
in the cold cold night
Loneliness
Ellen Terry actress
Beautiful
eyes closed to sleep
head turned to the right
grasping for her necklace
neverland
Sew my shadow back on won't you
this shadow box consumes me once again
A years worthlessness formed into a safe filled with balloons...open the door because there never was a combination, it's been broken and unlocked this whole time.
silverbell tree bloomed overnight.
it was fallen snow in the calm,
covered frozen dirt in April.
white flowering petals
parted from mother to earth.
today
Twirling a mic piece in my left hand,
i wait for the next call to come barreling in.
this call center drives me crazy.
the chattering,
Clamouring;
debating with myself to switch jobs for better pay
or continuing to write.
this strange loophole
i've fallen into has allowed me to tell truths.
asdf
i put up a wall in the wake of truths reality
spending my time clocked in to not face the heartache
button of the belly kind
You are my belly button lint index finger
digging
just before my salad fork
hits nostril range
Pizza Apocalypse
My life is a pizza
and everyone i've met are the toppings
We're not long for this city anymore
fluorescent flicker flip lights
lock the doors that cater a thousand thresholds passing
the town of music waits for you
so wave goodbye on a gesture
Lasagna water
sharks teeth swam biting
clear blue waters drove us mad
fins cry in the deep
You left me in your browser history
I'm a break room vending machine
broken bill acceptor
you are a German coin rolling down
on a yo yo string
being pulled
right back up
poor me,pour you
Laundry in October
Is this what help feels like?
surrounded by swallowing crowds
yet
alone
Black ice
Pulling out of the snow covered apartment parking lot
a yellow jeep wrangler
turning three hundred sixty degree spins
down a steep hill next to the mall
macabre
death mask
departure
One by one they each departed
until only i was left
in the cold cold night
Loneliness
Ellen Terry actress
Beautiful
eyes closed to sleep
head turned to the right
grasping for her necklace
neverland
Sew my shadow back on won't you
this shadow box consumes me once again
A years worthlessness formed into a safe filled with balloons...open the door because there never was a combination, it's been broken and unlocked this whole time.
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