You seem to be in an awful temper
I didn’t mean to ruffle your petticoat Just trying to assuage discomfort Ma’am, I must return to the boat Incidents may have occurred Darkness cloaks many a stumble I bid you remember me fondly For you leave me broken & humble Like this: Like Loading...
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Taking time to reside in detail
Coaxing ghosts off the Sunshine Coast A temper & a crooked smile The truth when we needed it most
Knowing differences of our secrets
Diligent with passing the changes I’m fluid in these manipulations But for her I am, keeping me strange
Reading cracked-spine paperbacks
Wandering by; gently grabbing her waist Creating space & sending archaic signals Standing proud, knowing silence accustomed to taste
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Transparent dresses hanging in the mud room
Saran-Wrapped for mild protection Eyes closed to foreign tales Tempered thoughts of stifled affection
Painted prose with regurgitated eyes
Our dreams left choking on the floor Scribbling beliefs with thick gouges Manufactured truth with cries of Nevermore
Redundant weight of classical heroes
Forcing us into bastardized Groupthink Yet my mind still wanders to her opaque passion Chasing her dragon with endless ink Like this: Like Loading...
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Rigormortis of the soul
Dejected along emotional failings Tempered seas begin to roll White knuckles; hold fast to the railings
Sorting feelings like a rolodex
Trampled yearning from Jaguar years Unprepared for survival Causing the most elaborate of your fears
Processing out foreign memories
But the answers just get in the way Undisciplined in self-diagnosis A sturdy smile in the face of the seaspray Like this: Like Loading...
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But the machine will keep on rolling
Until we end the tolerance of systematic lies
This is the only chance we have here
Life is not lived if it ends in a tempered sigh Like this: Like Loading...