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[dead man]

how

do we manage. peace of paper and the power of plastic
we follow our pasts. monochromatic both our voter and ballot
show me a stance. hold my hand and walk me up to the attic
wipe the dust from your madness. hold my breath
drop it under a bridge that's overgrown with debris
burning tires for warmth when it's 11 degrees
snowdust on my window where initials are rubbed
thumbprint diaries. black metal as a symbol of love
intellectually stunted. neurosis levels second to none
revolution is a concept but it never begun
to lose yourself creatively is locket and key
if it opens you can stare at it continuously
gravel roads to shallow graves. cadillac to masquerade
mask and cape the combination. evildoers, lock the safe
emancipation proclamation. freedom in a cotton state
typing in an office eating vitamins and coffee cake
who are we to offer what we never obtained
relating to eachother is exceptionally painful
empathic obligation via social exchanges
over statuses and Absolut and telephone games
methadone and prednisone and varicose veins
and it was never the same. so it goes, far away.
do-si-do, eau de frayed fabric over our faces
hold me in place so i can recreate a time of engagement
where we really engaged. stick around, si vous plait
let me please count the ways you make me sick everyday.
countdown from 26 and you can light me a smoke
for every breath you take. there's cops and riots. provoke
policeman in the entryway of Ida B. Wells
RIP the buildings we were born in and dwelled
brick wall barbecues. winter boots and hennessey cups
recollected all my childhood but its never enough
watch your breath collect on windows. carve initials in fog
curl your lip into a smirk until the symbol is gone
system of a downward spiral. something is wrong
when we're screaming insecurities and whispering songs
let me into your autumn. your oranges and auburn
the force of your fall echoes endlessly from doorway to hall
nothing more than a fraud. nothing less than pristine
spending life hoping death is but a sensible dream
float along, gentle swan. you're a graceful mirage
kept forever in the safety of a masonry jar
you haven't left me thus far. that's quite a shot in the dark
cause nothing lasts forever, says the chalk on the wall.





dead man