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A Boring Story
no more smile and no more outrage
apathy pervasive emotions narcoleptic
no more smiles since fucking sunday
sinking feelings drinking early stinking septic
stinking like a dream
spoken outside in outside voices
struck silent into shruddering and cold ground padded noises
sucking myself up a truth that i don't need
last nights i don't believe
no slowing down
no faces smile no lips that frown
grey to neutral every synapse
stinking thoughts a pool of dinner
wipe my mouth and hope to die
this street is cold early morning noises
this body reeling ugly early morning choices
no more drinks til fucking noon
rotting teeth and gums a blackening that sets in soon
and an all revealing smile
just falling down
won't make these hours turn around
i wish i could remember what i'm trying to forget
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Alert The Audience
"Passive, Aggressive, Confessing, Repressive
Structurally uncertain, transparent, transgressive
i've stumbled into something and i don't know what it is.
All I-beams, bolts and plaster, corners painted in piss...."
Necrotism Decanting The Insalubrious (Cyborg Midni
"I'm as wasted as my time spent sitting idly by drinking in this shithole
while you all went on outside.
It's a great day to fall asleep,
it's a kick-ass day to dream..."
Porno And Snuff Films
"leveling, graveling, gravelly groans
exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes.
this home is afloat on a yellow black moat
of bile, hate and quile and vile pains in my throat...."
The Raw And Searing Flesh
"i never want to see you
in the raw and searing flesh
i don't ever want to hear you
singing softly to the dead..."
"Where hav I been all your life?
Sitting on fences, a novocaine for all the senses.
Another year will pass us by.
Making sense of nothing, in defense of something...."
3am QVC Shopping Spree Hangover
"limp lines resign themselves to margins. like a drunken vampire, i miss the sun. i killed this summer, now it's done. let's split and reconvene in a warmer space. i'm scratching my head turning nights into days. don't talk to me about boredom. don't talk to me about pride. i sucked it all up, i swallowed it down. it's fine. gangrene hangs on every word. bullshit endings to stories unheard. it's unheard of to me to not fathom doom. so, what did you find in my emperor's tomb? some notebooks, some tee-shirts, some bad spelling errors. strangled syntax, broken bottles and chairs. this here is my legacy. i leave all of this to thee. drink at the funeral. piss on the corpse. yell at the sun till your voice is all hoarse. i'm gone. this is good bye. dead as a dream beneath a grey chicago sky...."
A Guided Tour Of Chicago
"he shuffled up a pair of surfer slippers and an old tweed blazer. asked you for a quarter and you looked the other way. he leaned up against the tow zone sign and just in time for you to avert your eyes said "good morning sir. have a nice day." she wears four wool winter hats all year round and mumbles and sometimes screams. he wears a coat made of burlap sacks and sits in parking lots, never asking anyone for anything. he's the old black guy with the shopping cart. she's the old lady with the bright blue sweat pants. they're the two young white squatter kids with dirty undershirts and rotten teeth. he's the guy who hangs out underneath the overpass shouting curse words at passing motorists, or the guy who passed in my alley, who drank until his life made any sense. he's the hustler on the train. or his four accomplices, living on three tattered playing cards and slight hand. he's darron in front of 7-11 on walton and state. she's babs up and down on belmont right by the train. he's buddy and his wife in uptown, by the aragon, he's andy selling streetwise at the white hen in boys town. he was ed from southside who gave me cigarettes and hope at wallgreens on belden and clark where inspiration dies alone. yeah, these are the people in your neighborhood. they're the people you don't see when you're walking down the street. they're the people you don't see each day..."
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