Tag Archives: recovery

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Windowed

i have done it again
peeling the sticky pasts artist dislike to digest
framing the crossed legged intents
do i terrify you or are you pretending like everyone else

soon soon i will draw the home that awaits 
and she shall have thirty two windows
with dolls on each one
guarding the childish hearts

their faces will exceptionally smile
with choking pearls accentuating their jawed lines
patiently tarnishing the brassy personalities

the cribs were my body once laid
the red passionate metals holding it’s frame
the souls you’ve stashed
violently visiting mine

i will retrace celebrating the root the square
lazily applauding your Gods
the penciled thoughts generating all doubts
for i can still reinvent myself

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Rerouting

Decades it’s been since roads merge the way these do
Memories of when my clothing slept the dust of every highway
Weighing my hands to write the versed hypocrisy

The stale studied air where livestock is tested to see how strong their blood is
That was me covering skin with addiction
Disguised in a suit of light

I dazzled in combustion
Like the smoke man makes
Imitating darken skies bruised
That was me

Reversing the stained sneezes made of clay
Unexpectedly growing the faith that drained me
Meditating for structure

Recognizing my house my door my windows
The piano who sat inside waiting
Silently playing inside my head

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I Am a Little Different

never did what normal girls did

carefully i smoked the sensed truths

with unskilled waiting shoes i smoked

silently choreographing flamencos

exotically tapping beneath beds

two inched hems heaving my childish grace

bullying my dresses made of lace

not knowing the woman i would be

with flaws it freckled me

small brown occasions monopolizing my skin

where my music lives blowing on light

and where my real hymn horns

relying on my shoulders to co-host

for this instrument is an extension of my tongue

immediately and persistently attaching me to this fate

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Aromas finer than Prayers

O’ you kneeler you
Organs preaching change
Silence my mouth why don’t you
The unwritten rules sipping rum
My father would gulp you straight up
I was five and darkness was gentle
With nicotine Gods he loved us so loud
His cough was made of carbon
It duplicated with sound
Marching hangovers to fabric off scents
So I would kiss his forehead instead
Hooking the alcoholic birds inside his chest
Between this wish and that
Sober he remains beautifully at my side