DEADMAN - clockwork omen

dead man · 03-16-2016, 11:33 PM

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arranging words to bind a group of strangers together
the great adventure. come for companionship but stay under pressure
nestled in a corner where the makeshift is better
than the actual. tangential how i wrote you a letter
sweating bourbon syrup senses fade into black
buying things to fill this space to sleep in and act
like polyester carpeting and digital tracks
cataloguing my escape is more than petty distraction
from something. or nothing. or i've lost my direction
awkward as ever. shallow conversation topics for breakfast
cause and affection. planting powder keg grenade mega wattage
grenadine and cherry stems you twist into knots
tongue lashing was your last resort. reserve a response
Greystone balcony, hotel in the Bronx. we met off of Broadway
and never looked back. Jacksonville, Chicago and Boston
Camel cough up park-bench paradise. Pulaski and Foster
we all settle or not. graveside novelist out measuring plots
cashed my whole portfolio for burial costs
trial and error and loss. judge and jury incarnate
executioner, therapist, arrowhead temple massages
to be honest i can think of nothing better at night
than a glass of ice and whiskey and a second to write
clockwork omen. sliced like nectarines these moments in life
where it flows freely, hold deeply soulful delight
exhale your blood and marrow. rats and roaches and mice
dress rehearsal empathy and coping devices
postcard prozac. enhance the pixel perfect preciseness
neologist enlightenment as i'm twisting the knife
bedroom clutter paperbacks and ashtrays and wine
a concrete view and metal spoons i've bent to the side
mind's eye morose my psyche. every bet double-blind
cancer, signed my valentine. farewell gemini
mademoiselle Madeline, maiden fair, fahrenheit
can't quantify your qualities in sweaters and tights
hold me close to the window so i can stare at the sky
pop another vein and wave our passion goodbye
i used to feel like everything i said was important
like it mattered somehow. but now i know it's a lie
a morgue for all my discourse and a bed for my corpses
it's all a matter of minutes until we die.

DEADMAN

03-16-2016, 11:33 PM	#1
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,485 Battle Record: 33-18 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - AOWL Season 1 - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 4 - Write Week V - GWL Season 1 Rep Power: 77606679	DEADMAN - clockwork omen re arranging words to bind a group of strangers together the great adventure. come for companionship but stay under pressure nestled in a corner where the makeshift is better than the actual. tangential how i wrote you a letter sweating bourbon syrup senses fade into black buying things to fill this space to sleep in and act like polyester carpeting and digital tracks cataloguing my escape is more than petty distraction from something. or nothing. or i've lost my direction awkward as ever. shallow conversation topics for breakfast cause and affection. planting powder keg grenade mega wattage grenadine and cherry stems you twist into knots tongue lashing was your last resort. reserve a response Greystone balcony, hotel in the Bronx. we met off of Broadway and never looked back. Jacksonville, Chicago and Boston Camel cough up park-bench paradise. Pulaski and Foster we all settle or not. graveside novelist out measuring plots cashed my whole portfolio for burial costs trial and error and loss. judge and jury incarnate executioner, therapist, arrowhead temple massages to be honest i can think of nothing better at night than a glass of ice and whiskey and a second to write clockwork omen. sliced like nectarines these moments in life where it flows freely, hold deeply soulful delight exhale your blood and marrow. rats and roaches and mice dress rehearsal empathy and coping devices postcard prozac. enhance the pixel perfect preciseness neologist enlightenment as i'm twisting the knife bedroom clutter paperbacks and ashtrays and wine a concrete view and metal spoons i've bent to the side mind's eye morose my psyche. every bet double-blind cancer, signed my valentine. farewell gemini mademoiselle Madeline, maiden fair, fahrenheit can't quantify your qualities in sweaters and tights hold me close to the window so i can stare at the sky pop another vein and wave our passion goodbye i used to feel like everything i said was important like it mattered somehow. but now i know it's a lie a morgue for all my discourse and a bed for my corpses it's all a matter of minutes until we die. DEADMAN __________________ Zack Wicks for president