poetry 1

she would tell me what
i say in my sleep

and wed solve a mystery
in the morning

then i stopped talking

and so did we

but i hope that im talking again







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i tell the same jokes
again and again
i keep tapping the egg
with my spoon
the yolk inside
isn't mine
i love the look
but i hate the taste
i bring out the teeth
just to waste



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the cup is half empty
and thats a fact
the world is crap
and i dont feel good
awareness this time
not this position
convincing myself
to wait on the smiles


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borrowed pen
old found book
oh-woe-is-me!
living hand to mouth
intimate with my fingers
more than anything else


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crowned queen prince
of too little too late
its what got me
on planet earth
sent me here in the endtimes
to see dissapointing fireworks


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the paint on your glasses
is long gone
you know how to look after yourself
a delicate balance
looking very close
teaching about the true line


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if i meet damien hirst
i'll put a fly in an ice cube
in his drink


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a plum stone
a pencil
a pot of green ink
a ruler
a dead bee
a ten pee
a two pee
a crisp packet
a pound coin
a lump of blue tac
a safety pin
a pritt stick
a bird skull

in the fruit bowl


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mouse bones between teeth
to get that stick in the cheese
the pineapple string dangles all day
going from yellow to grey
lips a mile wide
made of old carpet in curls
blowing dust into hair
when i stare at girls
breathing the dirt in the air
seeing the smoke in my dreams
i just want to live in this cloud

but it cant be good for me