Alcoholic Poet's Sad Poems

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Heavy Halos
2007-08-19 06:49:00
With hands made of riddles. Tepid dramas debate us. In the filthy rhetoric we wear as faces. In the musty burlap we call skin. Culling the wine from sour grapes. And beds made of words never said. Vampires in the keyboard lapping at sex spilled. Politicians in the text. Making all these masks meaningless. I remember the first. Frail. Useless muse. Words approaching. Blurred and still in makeup.
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Finding the Fist
2007-08-18 05:41:00
I'm woken up. By ladders. And sirens. Frenzied in a fraudulent euphoria. I'm woken up. By missing tiles. By dirty guns. By bullets lodged in heads. I'm sober. Promiscoulsly so. Teasing the coffins that wait on my eulogy. Reasoning with my pain. I'm drunk. A prude alcoholic. Flirting with obession. But never letting it part my legs. In every word. In every keystroke. The bold face of underwear

Boasting the Drum
2007-08-17 06:35:00
The bed growls. Hungry jackals survey the scabs. As the darkness grows over the holes we've made in this bed. The bits of skin we call scabs musing on the villains of a stoic fairy tale. Were I a princess. Then. They'd all kneel down. Waste their kisses on trying to wake me up. Were I a monster. Then. They'd fight that much harder. The fables of every reality may differ. But the moral remains
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Relay Races
2007-08-16 06:02:00
And the rabbit was cold. For so long as the clock sprinted and schooled outside of its orbit. the rabbit. The rabbit. With ears cut of glass. mirrors in all it heard. Paws. Paws. everywhere. Bigger than the footprints I document. Broken maps. roads drawn in dull claw. The distance humming like busy ants underfoot. The journey. Queens without kings. Drowning in their larva. A sea of offspring
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Fluorescent Weddings
2007-08-14 06:26:00
I'm not about suicide. The stoic screech of words across the chalkboard in our beds. There's happiness in every vomit or orgasm. The stench of beer counting out loud. The levels on the elevator between then and now. There's very little darkness in so much seeing what I have. There's no dismantling the beauty to find its origins. No artist to praise for the creation. Just eyes all about. Rogue
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I'm Gone To Sleep
2007-08-13 06:57:00
I do want to know how I can change. Daub the nail polish on the runs in those panty hose. Hiding what's left of the bruises on my legs. Bent over the toilet. Removing the tampons from my head. Bloated. Abundant with the crimson mucous of a life unresolved. My thoughts still menstruating in thick clumps. I put someone inside to plug up the hole. But they're only sieves. Straining the pulp from
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Pageants Drunk
2007-08-12 06:01:00
I once was a sad child. Loose in her clothes. Lost in her gift. The ventriloquist for a hollow woman. I slid inside her wooden flesh and tried to imagine how the puppet might live. Soft men poking around inside a torso too rigid. Hungry mosquitoes stinging only callouses. Fooled by the softness of her vagina into believing that penetration had begun. The blood on the rim of her underwear.
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The Appeal of Mountains
2007-08-10 06:53:00
In the ugly. In the foul of former lovers. The sheets keep track. Hours measured in wrinkles. Years carved into pillows. All the drawings we name because we want to know what they'll never tell us. All the journals I've filled with revelations that lie to us. Sad demons chewing on the last of our coma. Little towns in masturbations kept. Open bridges stalled. Like the smiles sewn onto doll faces.
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Composing the Past
2007-08-09 06:51:00
We jerk our offs. We stumble our spits. With cactus lips. With rubber arms. Poseable nightmares in stranger's beds. A Halloween of sex. Lovers in all manner of disguises. Knocking on every door. Following a soft trail or porch lights in search of a demon I once met. Some perfect Hannibal to coax my lambs out of silence. Or the rubber face of a rogue clown to hide this beast of a grin. As though
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The Laws of Averages
2007-08-07 05:45:00
Out in the open. Dug up skin. Red smiles under fingernails. The smell of piss on poached lips. The moon sobbing on the windshield. The darkness heaving as it pushed another morning out from between its legs. Sometimes after the sex was sleep enough. To shrink into my corner of the bed and scrub the words until every sentence was missing skin. Scratching the eyes from the paper until every page
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Molecular Distortion
2007-08-04 06:37:00
He grows sad for me when too much time has passed and no one's answered my riddles. There is no answer. Only listening. Warring with his words to chisel out a fitting eulogy. To the girl who dies on his doorstep night after night. Blind words oblivious to the glass between art and life. Or else refusing to see. What's to say. That I haven't already. There's the bottle in my fist. A boxing
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Monsters in the Mold
2007-08-03 06:11:00
The eager. Diamond fisted, big titted itch. The truth. Schizophrenic, dirty chinned gigolo. The river. A tsunami erupting from her thighs. In a catastrophe of woman. Killing everything and nothing. One dick at a time. The calm of paupers. Warm as a the coax of lipstick to a drugstore queen. Owning nothing but the color of their kiss on someone else's underwear. The bite of zippers beating out a
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Quiet Toys
2007-08-02 05:54:00
There were plenty of moments. Thin rimmed spectacles flat lining on our faces. There were drunken operas with sex chasers. And all the various ways pores divine their peeks at heaven. Lust is a cruel accurate microscope. If your eyes chance to open. Memory is a flawed time machine. Too far back I'm always taken. The past in a vast array of pieces. And only one solution. I try. To solve it in
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The Bachelor and the Princess
2007-07-31 06:36:00
We fucked. As loud as we could. Hammers coming down on the sheets. Breaking gods in half. Limericks of Solomon as sharp as dial tones. To keep it in pieces or to lose it whole. The servitude of choice becoming clear. Her eyelids in shambles. Betrayed by his hesitation. Road maps she'd drawn prematurely spilling the dark of her happiness all over her cheeks. In tides of mascara thinned by tears.
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