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Steam sale

Drug store doorstep delivery
By way of keystrokes and a 9 to 5
I enjoy a minimalist life of digital suply
Compined with insatiable american dimand,

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The physicality of flesh
feeling a little death in my chest
to cinders and ash in my breath
reading the reason I let her down
to the tone of silent tires
and screaming concrete
sticking to the road
rolling down the coast
drowning my sensations
in miles across the nation
hoping for escape
and vibrations from the phone
on the empty passenger seat

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Track # 7

There’s a fire tonight
its quiet but the light is all right
there’s a noise in my heart
it sounds like bad breaks trashing eardrums
while drunks stroll through the park
I cough and walk it off
letting out the dark parts of a bad song
humming along to the melancholy trends
of the mid-level listings
of a 20 something wasting time
walking when the world is spinning
and love is a lackluster ending
to chasing the ferocity
of people living fiery dreams
I think about waking up into the south
twenty years from now
laughing a little thinking
if liquor or a drug dealing doctors
drags me 6 feet down
I’ll be married maybe or happy hopefully
sucking on the rewards of my degree
like a money tree I planted with hours
poured through a strainer
reminiscing on how college  is a filter
and the public school system is a pump
I cracked a time or two in drunken phone calls to my mother
asking if it was ok to give up,
I cry for a moment when she speaks.
reality rattles my teeth and some wind from the east
shakes me to serenity sweeping
the bottle caps and cigarette butts to the gutter
I mutter a verse from an ice cube song
“today was a good day”
strolling away a bloody horizon
doing nothing

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It hit me like a salt happy slug
bubbling at me skin
till my insides burned with chemicals
created from my brain
in striking contrast to the fermions
my corporeal form set ablaze
in a romantic haze of ashen aromatics
and liquor drenched lullabies
to lie through lies and die
in makeshift rendering of my realty
translated from how I perceive them
to talk about anything long enough
for her to think I was interesting
a fruitless game of hook in mouth
life as  trout, falling in love with
pretty steel lips and iron while
that pluck the wild mouth of the south
by way of smooth hands and hard goodbyes
the natural order of love stuck
like my face gaping and bleeding poise
through he noise of a top 40 farce
while the light made her look like, god

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Our storefronts are munching dollars
the rich get hungry behind bricks
while their owners raise the rates
profit for the sake of anything
to keep my city appetizing, open, and ready
for flip-flop Nazis in simple expensive clothes swarm the coast
because the water is our novelty
so the ocean gets whored at a premium
and I can’t walk down the street without kicking beers cans
or playing hopscotch past vomit and cigarette buts

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A hot fire cooling me down
in colors I cannot perceive
listening to love songs in
words that weave in violet slashes
across my heart as I breath
I’m breathing in a second
and holding it in to make minuets
out of emptiness, a spire takes it hold
while I descend into being free

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Raindrops and streetlights
play a taggers street show
in graffiti with shadows
on my arms while I wade through stop signs
cutting through he busy beach night
splashing plants and cars
a familiar song plays on the radio
and I think about a girl

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The staring hours were many
while the music plied in our home
we I listened in the bedroom
while the drunk made a mess of the peaceful street
she moved like an impetus child
riffling through her makeup bag
I make kindly comments about her eyes
she goes about her routine
I don’t notice the moment I fall asleep
when I wake up, her hair is on my face
and her shoes are on the floor
I smile, lipstick sticking to my cheek 

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The hallways brew longer
and the smell grew stronger
while my feet and my fingers
lingered in their receivers
slipping into subroutines
learned by me when I was thirteen
unzipping and unraveling
traveling on a collision course
with a girl poised for disaster
I could be safe but I fell for the chase

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The hours pass
with sandy feet
while hourglasses
dance in the street
pretty clocks that tick and tock
walking the cross walks
drinking at the lines of time
pretty hair and straight spines
moving to their laughter chimes
while the boys who want to wear them
fallow in hoards board and worn
clutching at their wrist
hungry for their lips
failing and changing
waiting and praying 

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Such divinity
in the unraveling of reality
by way of rain drops
and drunken swing sets
filling fuzzy eyes
and vertical horizon
picturing Atlantis
falling to my feet 

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