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UNTITLED POETRY ONE
02:02
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You can’t always find it where you want it
And you might haven’t got it
When you
Flaunt
It.
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UNTITLED POETRY TWO
04:42
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I hadn’t taken it yet
It was a dark night out
And I couldn't feel my way around the house any more
The cold wooden floor teased my senses
My senses evil dogs in the night
Creeping up
To those who hadn’t
Become yet.
I knew what I was from then on,
I knew that when I took a breath,
When I drew in a dream
I had what it takes.
I had what it takes.
And he’s standing there
In his blue mask
With his blue grey eyes
And I’m still thinking about him.
And he knows who I am
He sees through me
Help me
Help me out of this darkness.
No
No, I cry
I cry…
I reject
My own writing
My own format
My neverending search for feeling
And lack thereof.
I tremble on the edge.
Eye.
I…I…
So many lies
Another drop of water
That the lord left behind
For a peasant homosexual
Such as I.
Who grants these wishes in the dead of night
And who am i to wish for flowers
It’s nothing but an absolute pain
On the sake of my old man’s name
My pain
For the sake of my old man’s name
I can’t even be myself
Can’t even read myself
A tragedy
Among the many
Among the liars
And the thieves
And the whores of Hollywood
And the whores
Of Babylon.
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UNTITLED POETRY THREE
01:25
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My queerness
Is an ugly reeling steed
Of masochistic glee
And unending sexuality
I can roll in the hay
With the cowboys
All watching.
And take a ride on my lover’s rod
For a man who wants in too.
I will guzzle gallons
I will guzzle gallons.
For you.
Tell me you want it
And bring me your love
Bring me your love
In a silver vase
A silver vase
Coated
Coated by the titanium amalgamation of glue and semen
A holy matching
Of fragile masculinity
As one penetrates a seemingly innocent mind
Of a nonexistent concept
Of one who has no exposure
Or some but a terrified feeling
I am sorry
For what I’ve done.
I am only bleeding.
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4. |
UNTITLED POETRY FOUR
01:38
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You have no issue
To the truth
That I
Am spilling.
My signs of glee
That roll down
Down
Down
They can’t seem to blend
In or out
On the highway
Of noise.
It’s a highway
Of noise.
And you can’t escape it.
The comets are all crashing once again
And your breath of fire
Video nasties on the TV
And drowning housewives left to the fisherman.
All bets are off.
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5. |
UNTITLED POETRY FIVE
02:21
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No no no
It’s simply not right!
Take a step back
And just wonder
How you got here
How you got here is irrelevant
It’s more about that you’re here now
And you’re suffering.
The drip drip drip
Of post-death tension
Of failing embarrassment
On a prying, prying level
I can only pray
To the gods I know how to eat.
I can’t stay awake any longer
You can give me your heart
Or you can die – no take-backs.
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