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Radford Reserve

I’m obsessing over a
terrible person

I’m in Studio Center looking
for moral support

I’m at the mall buying
something that will
make me happy

I’ll always wish I didn’t
let you slip through
my greedy fingers

eclipses in the heart

epileptic shock

things talked about in
the dark

soothing words weren’t
needed now

there was something
growing somewhere
else

as I massage your
tattooed hand

you caress my cheek and
I feel nothing

I feel bad and I need a
drink and a bong load

old friends that are
literally old, emailing
you on their birthday

looking for sympathy and,
whatever, knowing you
were on your last straw

6:25 PM

listening to Nas

listening to Lips

listening to the
mainstream
machine

vaxxed to keep a job I
needed to keep the
condo in that beachside
community

oscillating between sex
and appeal

I want to see this
bitch earn her
keep

something that just
happened,

snake bitches

how come you couldn’t
tell the difference?

incremental successes

I couldn’t miss

I was buried in the
Smithsonian in
1996

glued together off
ether

we couldn’t stand the
reefer,

we didn’t see the
need for another
Liam Neeson
vehicle

we wanted something real

you were a squirmy,
slippery cod fish and
no matter how much
seasoning was applied,
there was still something
left to be desired

I’m feeling disappointed

why did you have to
do that?

why was it funny to have
ever known you?

why were you the
epitome of
lame?

I’m leaving on a
higher level

there is no satisfaction

I’m operating on a
murderous level

let’s get real sloppy

let’s go out barhopping

and cop feels from every
harpy we encounter

gun under the mattress

knife in the duvet

mace in the pillowcase

you can’t stop the bleeding

wretched souls upon
wretched souls

this was the holocaust of
ideas

this was an industrial
wasteland

the Irish couldn’t figure
out, neither the Scots
nor the Kurds

I’m letting something annoy
me that should’ve already
been baked in the cake by
now

the left is, like, driving around
a shitty car because it was
less likely to get stolen

you can’t live your life on
hypotheticals

diabolical tyrants waiting
in reserve

god’s plans? what about
my plans?

a rhetoric’s revolt

massage titties in full force

I wish I knew when they
were going to love
you again

but I can’t see, I can’t
do, I can’t feel

I’ve got one card left in
my pocket and it’s not
going to help this hand



Taurek
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