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The Midnight SurferThe Midnight SurferThe Midnight Surfer
He spends days locked With a bad stranglehold
Nights though. Nights are for kicking seaweed And cursing waves; Walking up and down the beach And paddling out till the shore Is but a little shimmering frosting
And pounding, Pounding Yelling and cussing, Eyes red and sinuses fit to burst a near Invisible, unstoppable force Trying to throw him to the bottom.
His nights are for a war With long frigid fingers Grasping at his core So cold as to burn,
Kick-starting the univers
by ~xXAjaxXx
On Experience:On Experience:On Experience:
What if repetition kills,
and that means your death?
There are worse causes to Face (or ignore) for sure-
Though thoughts land with a dull ring In the active silence of a cavernous life We can still call it music
To more easily block out,
And what of building blocks? Skin on skin on skin over Metal plate A venerable tower for sure To cuddle your shivering lump in.
Or maybe not-
But whether you're built in the factory,
dismantled in the facto
by ~xXAjaxXx
Anesthesia This is Not.Anesthesia This is Not.Anesthesia This is Not.
I love you. I love you because you smell like skittles
And I can hardly breathe the artificial air And I can hardly see
through that sun burst hair And those ad worthy dancing pomegranates Crack every tough nut with even more Gloss-gloss-floss-toss and
I see those liquid lips are Even a simple rinse and repeat!
Efficient!
But lo, what is this seep &nbs
by ~xXAjaxXx
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One of Many DreamsIn one of my many dreams where somebody dies of sickness I am following along behind my family, pushing a van we don’t ownOne of Many Dreams
up a steep hill of crisp dead flowers with only my bare hands for leverage, and I’m asking what happened, man – what happened to my dream?
I hear frogs, dripping water, and the hint of traffic as no one cries in their rented clothes, looking at their watches and each other.
Of course there is no sun pasted into the autumn red of a patchwork sky, no birds
puppeting along through t
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Doin' tha Midterm!
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