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Plea to PoetryGod, if you're there;
Universe, if you care;
Force of will, if you can;

let
her
have
her
period.

Messand so they see
a pile of fragments
from the fragile parts of her
that fell from untrustworthy hands;
and so they call her
an unpleasant mess.

and so I see
in the jumbled bits and pieces
a potential mosaic awaiting
a pair of patient hands,
and maybe some sharp edges
will cut my fingers
and my blood will stain,
lovingly,
this ever-changing portrait;
and so I call her
an unfinished masterpiece.

Hey, Pretty Indian GirlHey, pretty Indian girl,
I see you in the café a lot recently,
but I feel obliged to tell you
I just don't have the time to admire you these days.
It's a shame, I suppose,
and I'm sorry, but

Fuck it, you're not going to read this anyway.

In the Motel RoomIn the motel room
I fell asleep just long enough
to wake up in the darkness,
reach my skeptical hand across the bed
and make contact with the soft reality of her

Livermore CuppaLivermore, it
feels like a cultureless place,
so I stop at a Denny's
to buy some coffee
while I buy some time
because there's a woman,
not a girl, but a woman
waiting for me in Modesto,
but not yet.

Waiting is torturous eternity,
yeah, and even in my dreams
I was waiting to wake up
to begin a day that still unfurls,
a coil of breathless anticipation,
because maybe I've only been
waiting a few days, but maybe
I've been waiting 20 years
for the satisfaction of this adventure.

This coffee is burnt and bitter,
and time is cumbersome and cruel
but this woman,
not a girl, but a woman
is the polar opposite
of a stalling cup
o

Feelin' GoodMaybe I'm an alcoholic of the heart
because I don't like to stay sober too long,
so I reach for lovers like liquor,
aim for that unsteady platform of
Feelin' Good.

and Some girls
are like beer:
ineffective in small doses,
worth a mellow buzz at best,
and if I try to take them too fast
they simply overflow

and Some girls
are like liquor:
making me a graceless person,
they can't be sipped without cringing,
so I close my eyes, hold my breath
and choke them down

and it doesn't matter,
because when I have a drink in my hand,
I will pour it into myself
mindlessly until I empty the bottle
because it's there;
undershooting, ov

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An Industrial Revolutionby ~imdead-goaway

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The textbooks will tell you that the Industrial Revolution
was filled with sights of
smokestacks and laboring children,
the scent of burning coal and sweat,
the foreman yelling, the assembly line clanging.

But I was there, and
all I saw was a sterile needle
all I smelled was peroxide
all I heard was the popping of cartilage
like music in my ear.

!IRABITCH8 Dec 10, 2010

_{I have a librett and it didn't hurt.
A NOSE DOES THO.}

~imdead-goaway Dec 10, 2010

Was thinking of getting my lip done...
but not a labret - it would have to be a ring on the left side. That way, if I ever have to look professional, all I have to do is look out the window to my left (or the wall, if there isn't a window, assuming we're indoors)

!IRABITCH8 Dec 10, 2010

_{So you are going to get snake bites?}

~imdead-goaway Dec 10, 2010

Nah, that's kinda femme. I looked at myself in the mirror while playing with my extra eyebrow rings, and I liked how it looked on the side of my lip.

!IRABITCH8 Dec 10, 2010

_{I agree about snake bites.
I want a septrum.
I am raid it would hurt though.}

~imdead-goaway Dec 10, 2010

Well... that's what makes a piercing worth it. It says, "Yeah, you spent your money on clothes? Jewelry? A haircut? Whoopdeedoo. I spent sixty for this tiny piece of metal and a hole in my face. It hurt."
It's something you earn. Pain makes everything more worthwhile.

!IRABITCH8 Dec 10, 2010

_{Your deep.
I don't mean to say that mean..Im not like that..But your deep.
I had to pay 40 for my lebret. But Yeah you get me,}

~imdead-goaway Dec 11, 2010

Well, you don't get to be a poet for five or six years without a shovel.

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~Mr-Wat Jul 7, 2010

i wanna hang shit from it.

~imdead-goaway Jul 7, 2010

No feces on the new jewelry

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