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Death with a Broken Face
05:32
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I sit
My back against the wall
Thoughts in transit
Body's electricity
Please try me again
I long
to shed this skin
Revealing my truth
Hidden horrors
Lethal eyesore
Final image
Mind's eye
Enucleated
Try me
Undress me
Choke on
Fate
Behold my naked
Truth
Breathing, unfettered
All of me…
Bare
Reality is a crime scene
You are a statistic
on the path
of personal growth
I am
becoming real
You are a fiction
of memory
Casualty of an obsolete life
I transcend this existence
Ascending
Ascending
Ascending
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They didn't believe me
When I said I would return…
They didn't believe me
When I said they would burn
Written off, filed away
Today is the day
Today is the day
Nothing remains…
Deceased and decayed
Footage on loop
Forever replayed
Collections received
Our debt is repaid
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Desk Sandwich
07:52
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My pulse quickens...
Heart is sickened
Comeuppance at hand, Charles Dickens
Pull forward, I won't pull mine
As the blows land,
I'm working overtime
Bruised, get used to it
Patience has nothing to do with it
I was hungry,
You were too
CLOSE YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU SPEAK
Sweetmeats, cloying taste
As your insides fight for screen time
I laugh, elated at the effort
You summoned karma with offering of insult and abandon,
I accept your application to this higher plane
Humility a famine,
Consider these knuckles
Whilst I submit your breach
For peer review
How I loathe the passing time,
Like falling snow,
Build up, compound, melt and fade
This is how lemonade, human morality is made
Look into my face, past what you see as banal and human
Glimpse ME, SEE MY FORM
Grinning I pack you away,
Still now, your meaningless struggle at an end
A couple seasons behind, I start again
I will follow through
Following, an intern's first day
Washing, scrubbing the knuckles, nails
I cure those contents
For which I have been allotted
Sinking into the mattress,
Overtaken in slumber
Aching, exertion all fall
Beck and call,
Lord of Small
Lord of Small
In the night, I carouse in my bedroom
Animated by energies beyond
I have a flexibility most would find uncouth
Adoration is too feeble a word for that which I would use to describe my penis
Now I stalk to my desk job,
I am so hungry...
My hand closes on the handle...
DESK SANDWICH
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TRASHBIN SHERPA Monroe, Washington
Traversing the Wasteland...
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