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What drawer do you keep your stockings
Without secrets this life would be boring Realize we’re all a little vain Or we’d never get dressed in the morning
Moonshine martinis for the quiet lady
We all need an excuse to clear our minds Offering a compassionate ear The clues exist once you pull back the rind
Finding lipstick stains in the spilled ink
Dangerous curves under a vintage coat Hushed tones as to not spook such a woman The peculiarities of each soul; I take note
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Just a wannabe luddite
But I’m a little too neurotic for that I can’t let go of technology Still hardwired to the cloud & my residual purchases Like this: Like Loading...
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Unsure footing on a Spring night
All dressed up, but the music’s wrong She’s looking quite delectable She’s tough, so my charm won’t run long
We used to have private parties
Back when we were young & dumb The future always so far in front of us I was too preoccupied with getting a crumb
But life goes quicker than we knew
Grappling with how our forties came by surprise Time may be a fickle little bitch But she’s still the apple of these eyes Like this: Like Loading...
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Time isn’t what it once was
No longer a never-ending resource Now I feel the aches & pains Groggy; consuming the steaming life-force
Wiping the startled sleep from my eyes
The attempts at a structured morning Lost a step; hard to think these days Age comes with little to no warning Like this: Like Loading...
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Smelling of lukewarm coffee & disillusion
Rough mornings coming from too little sleep Nightmares of our mutual defaulted dreams Yet you weren’t rumored to be that deep
Stagnant when we were supposed to be more
Odd vibrations upon the last & final pew Still looking for Her among mismatched notes But she can make old poems smell brand new Like this: Like Loading...
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Where is my absurd little coffee this morn
Claiming to be something or other I rise slower, wiping Pixie Dust from my eyes Never forget the dreams they try to smother My gorgeous blonde lady sleeping peacefully Our love burnt brightly into a passionate fire I stretch my legs & smile at a job well done She’ll slumber for a while, for she’s kind of tired Like this: Like Loading...
Plastering the interweb with fragmented thought
Cultivating an insane kind of fame
Convincing an illiterate society
That you’re more than just a silly name
Penning out frivolously piddly odes
Basking in the lack of their attention span
Trying so hard to be cool, plus
Your slams make me not want to give a damn
The barely legible equivalent of an Insta-model
Don’t you know, writers write & speakers squeak
A farce played out in bits & bytes
Preying on the vapid, the stupid & the weak
You’ve grown your hipster beard
You fancy yourself as suave & dapper
But I know your dirty little secret
That you’re no PaRappa the Rapper
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A cup of coffee sounds mighty nice
Talking away hours in the sun
Warmth after this long cold winter
Experiences overall count as one
Coming times to start all over
No need to hesitate or soften your walk
Forced feelings fall a little short
Take time & measure when you talk
A friend is a friend forever
But be weary as not to injure
Broken hearts never quite heal
Through a loving soul will always endure Like this: Like Loading...
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The clairvoyant hippo
Sat watching Tom Sawyer Sprawled out buck naked Such a naughty little voyeur Like this: Like Loading...
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Notions of perfection
Falling to fatigue on my soul
Expectations taking control
Society little more than an infection
I’m choking; expiring through this hole Like this: Like Loading...
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A picture postcard perfect appearance
Modest, yet smoldering beauty beneath A festive spirit expounding – Winter’s tales Out singing carols & hanging a wreath
But once you come home for the day
Put on those hooker lips & pirate boots Time to release your animalistic desire Tired of being demure & a little too cute
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Speak up, stand up; announce to the world
Spread the news of truth’s availability
Don’t be shy; we’re all in this together
Easy now, no need to hate on my virility
I honestly distrust anything popular or sacred
Passing them by & allow them to hide
I have to figure it out 20 years later
Force-filtered through life & time & tide
Opposing magnetic poles claiming Orwell
Both deluding themselves he’s their saint
But he was human & all the related flaws
His divinity seems a little too quaint
We need people with a firm, decisive choice
No interest in your ineffectual, intellectual porn
There’s no time for pussyfooting around
We must find the truth & feed it to the bullhorn Like this: Like Loading...
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Dancing in her pretty lil’ dress
I lifted her high in the air That’s when I learned She didn’t have on any underwear Like this: Like Loading...
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Junky little notes
Throwaway lines on the postmodern stage Cultural fragmentation in empty streets Truth whittled away on an evaporating page
The disillusionment of an appropriated life While the world’s on fire; downright ablaze The American Dream sold off to the lowest bidder Feeling dissociative in these recent raucous days Our dishonest & unaccountable government Are trying to sell you their uninspired vision Trying to sway your vote by gripping your throat But their cockamamy pleas will be met with only derision Like this: Like Loading...
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Life isn’t as perfect as we make it seem
It gets a little messy outside our dreams But newly rise in the early morning hours Sex sweat/coffee fueled; ready for a shower Time to live – life isn’t somethin’ you can stream Like this: Like Loading...
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It’s the littlest things in life
The way you sleep
The way you snore
& I know that I’m the only one
Who gets to see the traits
What I keep loving more & more Like this: Like Loading...
Perfect tags & titles
Simple little names Fitting nicely into a box You should be ashamed How long did we fight For the people to be free You fold under pressure Not the way it’s supposed to be Like this: Like Loading...