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Love Like A Virus

Oh your love Has me in quarantine The only thing The situation’s warranting I feel you in my body, in my blood and in my bones So please shut me up and lock the door and just leave me alone … Continue reading

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Five-Day Forecast Over The Amygdaloid Nuclear Complex

Depression is a drizzle Anxiety is sleet And anger is a hurricane That whips you off your feet A cyclone speaks of silence The rain relays regret I can’t predict the weather But I know I’m getting wet.

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No More Fecks To Give

I’m feeling frightfully feckless tonight Feckless and reckless and pick-up-the-checkless Loose as the pearls on Bruce Wayne’s mother’s necklace I’m feeling feckless tonight I’m feeling really rambunctious tonight Rambunctious and unctuous and all-full-of-spunktious Let’s start a fight so somebody will … Continue reading

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Impermanent Youth

Do I remain in people’s thoughts As they remain in mine? Or am I on the pile of things They gladly left behind? Do I appear in people’s dreams As they appear in mine? Or have I turned to shadow-play … Continue reading

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Who Needs Meth When You’ve Got A Library Card?

I went to the doctor and the doctor said ‘No more ideas in that little old head’ So he whipped out a pen and dashed out a prescription For artistic elixirs to cure my conniptions ‘Take one dose of novels … Continue reading

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Clean Up The Sides, And A Little Off The Top

“No fear of that.” I’m still thinking of the words, how they felt and tasted as I spoke them Like water, like air, like nothing at all A flavor grown undetectable from its prolific presence in my environment I think … Continue reading

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If Music Be The Food Of Love, I Have A Severe Dietary Imbalance

I’m the worst kind of romantic In love with the idea of love Obsessed with infatuation A dreamer who dreams only of dreaming I write odes to ideas Sonnets to silhouettes of people I have never met I’m besotted by … Continue reading

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