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Ha!! Me, too…

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Poof* Take MY water

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no demons may cross my cumberland gap

you can’t get from her desert south west to kentucky

the archway of plenary indulgence is not her path

demons choked on fear and comeuppance lose their way

oh ye of little faith

was there ever any doubt

Jesus was from Elyria

that Ostara was from Kentucky

and that Lazarus was from Newark, NJ

but he got stuck in traffic for 10 years

on the high roads of rt. 80

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shock jock

there are times

i feel like the only person alive

who feels that

one Bukowski

was enough

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of thee I sing

the true measure

of a civilized society

are the rumors

told by its ghosts

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she takes a powder

a hard-boiled detective

would describe me all gum-shoe mickey spillane

as a serial passion killer

beneath a slow moving ceiling fan

swaying to a street corner saxophone

smoke unfurling through suspicious window shades

into a neon-lit city of perpetual night

feet propped on his overworked desk

waxing how this dish

she takes a powder

varies her modus operandi

jealousy mistrust stubborn convictions

yet what is unquestionably hers

are the exit wounds

she leaves on the guy

 

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juggernaut

when a sociopath

says i love you

what they’re actually saying is

that it pleases them

to inflict their twisted personality

upon you regardless of your desires

that they will do so at their leisure

until one

or both of you

is dead

yet they are too sick in the mind

to see it that way

not able to smell their flowers

reek of decay