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Shedding thoughts of you like clumps of hair from a cancer patient, my lips to pillow form a synapse in which my bitter words collapse. It occu..

you picked at the scab of the wound I was planning to heal quietly, until it bled and b l e d and b l e d

You whir on empty if not on fumes or cheap slaughter from whatever neon window still staining the street after midnight will slap a happily plasti..

When all else is foreign and incomprehensible, your pages are clean secrets told only to my tired eyes as I return to my planet, one which toda..

You've got amber about you those motley bristles, tawny, mouse, and rust coating your cheekbones, homing smoke like gaseous battery acid, acr..

Medusa boy bed-head-raggled stench of stale bread sweat camel red cigarettes acid festered death breath, is anyone loving you? how do you stumb..

To my valentine - I wrote you a lust poem about death. Aren't I just the sweetest? :P

My dean moriarty, my manic mountain man My briny bungee jump, my rabid thunder clap my messy trove of cocaine bones My capsule of light, my vitamin..

You're a stimulant, you are, you throw a monkey wrench into my incessant rest and rouse me from numbness. I've lain rutted in rain gutters under..

Downtown I put on my heart helmet. Where Dublin's heroin lounges in alcoves and side streets, just out of reach, Portland's meth stares fixedly a..