| so hard to remember to just forget
so hard...
that every little fucking detail
snags on my memory
and aches in my head
my throat
my stomach
me me me
what about us?
oh wait,
i recall.
im in this alone.
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| so there were four car accidents,
a forty pound scary ass redish colored cat
a lightning storm
me in a vintage blue dress
and he <3 was there...
but he wasn't one of the ones who complimented me
and the day residues
and the week residues
and year residues
21 years worth of built up blotted out REM
and words and thoughts and feelings and ghosts
all there
all real.
physical anxiety..
fetus in fetu..
blood from a brick of shit..
acid tsunami in stomach..
its the truth: brains on drugs are really a lot like scrambled eggs ...on drugs
all the while
occam's razor carves
(past shrodinger's cat
and pavlov's dog
and little albert's white mouse and the chain smoking feces throwing chimpanzee)
trying to cut its plain simple line through
tangled sheets
a sad black hole
where the stars burned out
and a body pillow just wasn't enough
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| and then the rest of the time
you're scraping shit off the bottoms of your shoes
and off your knees... the tip of your chin
and eyeballs
just counting time
and wondering
when you'll rise above it all
once again
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| wish someone would envision
six apparitions
of my head on a grand piano |
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