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This Mountain requires a license to build on
And a permit to deconstruct.
An old man LIVES here by himself,
And today he tweeted,
"Even if all your memories were Cell Towers,
There would still be no service up here."
You mull it over,
And eventually believe him,
Because you're an AT&T customer.
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A stray cat slides
Across the gray
His old eyes dim
A '94 Camry
Fights a bout
Of fatigue And laziness
A stray cat cries
Wearing his new stripes
A '94 Camry
Dreams of better days
A child finds a mess
-----------------
John writes a cover letter
John kills nine people in cold bold
Both of these things should never have had to happen.
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A faint red light
rests eight feet away
it glows brightest in boredum
i wish sometimes i forgot it existed
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I ripped the tail from the plane
A black box quietly thought to itself
A single head lay dormant
I'd do it again, in a millisecond
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Shoulders torn in expression
Frustrating expression
Until you're beaten over and over
That's why.
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A not so competitive competition
Where sense meets emotion
Where hands meet passports
We're sitting in a drydock
Amending experience with amnesia
You're waiting for The Flood.
I'm waiting for a flood.
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a girl who can't walk,
dances with words
until the fire is so bright
it builds itself a son
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A gate sits logically unopened
As time stirs itself a morning breakfast.
Fans embellish with sound
A room dedicated to itself.
And all the NANDs and NORs in the world
Can't explain what they've created
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I once saw an "Afraid"
Draw a sword
And head to the corner store.
He bought every scratch ticket there
Walked outside
And handed it to a "Lonely"
He said,
"Everything meant to be..."
But was then cut off by a drunk driver
I'd like to think this was
Some profound gesture
But most likely, he was tripping balls.
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Our precious dynamic
Fills out paperwork in government offices
While our eyes escape through windows
And map out an image adjusted for low lighting
Drawn on sexual tension
Adhering to breaking skin
We'll play with Dark Matter
Like we knew the answers from the beginning
And as fall descends onto sweat soaked T-shirts
I'm reminded that I never much liked underscores
OR
My expectations are self fulfilling aggrandizements
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The Cape begins to circle,
But prefers to emphasize its point.
Worried, that while watered down,
A strong northeasterly decision approaches.
A judgement so cold
That time set fire to itself
And the only shelter is leveled
By expectations.
On this flat vacuum
Stands a songless Siren.
Whose wings suggest harmony and beauty,
But only as a well timed distraction
From this ill timed vacation.
Where hope wades slowly through self doubt
Wearing a Black and White
"You have died of Dysentery" T Shirt.
-------------------------
And a permit to deconstruct.
An old man LIVES here by himself,
And today he tweeted,
"Even if all your memories were Cell Towers,
There would still be no service up here."
You mull it over,
And eventually believe him,
Because you're an AT&T customer.
-----------------
A stray cat slides
Across the gray
His old eyes dim
A '94 Camry
Fights a bout
Of fatigue And laziness
A stray cat cries
Wearing his new stripes
A '94 Camry
Dreams of better days
A child finds a mess
-----------------
John writes a cover letter
John kills nine people in cold bold
Both of these things should never have had to happen.
---------------
A faint red light
rests eight feet away
it glows brightest in boredum
i wish sometimes i forgot it existed
-----------------------------
I ripped the tail from the plane
A black box quietly thought to itself
A single head lay dormant
I'd do it again, in a millisecond
-------------------------
Shoulders torn in expression
Frustrating expression
Until you're beaten over and over
That's why.
--------
A not so competitive competition
Where sense meets emotion
Where hands meet passports
We're sitting in a drydock
Amending experience with amnesia
You're waiting for The Flood.
I'm waiting for a flood.
---------------
a girl who can't walk,
dances with words
until the fire is so bright
it builds itself a son
-------------
A gate sits logically unopened
As time stirs itself a morning breakfast.
Fans embellish with sound
A room dedicated to itself.
And all the NANDs and NORs in the world
Can't explain what they've created
--------------
I once saw an "Afraid"
Draw a sword
And head to the corner store.
He bought every scratch ticket there
Walked outside
And handed it to a "Lonely"
He said,
"Everything meant to be..."
But was then cut off by a drunk driver
I'd like to think this was
Some profound gesture
But most likely, he was tripping balls.
-------------
Our precious dynamic
Fills out paperwork in government offices
While our eyes escape through windows
And map out an image adjusted for low lighting
Drawn on sexual tension
Adhering to breaking skin
We'll play with Dark Matter
Like we knew the answers from the beginning
And as fall descends onto sweat soaked T-shirts
I'm reminded that I never much liked underscores
OR
My expectations are self fulfilling aggrandizements
--------------------
The Cape begins to circle,
But prefers to emphasize its point.
Worried, that while watered down,
A strong northeasterly decision approaches.
A judgement so cold
That time set fire to itself
And the only shelter is leveled
By expectations.
On this flat vacuum
Stands a songless Siren.
Whose wings suggest harmony and beauty,
But only as a well timed distraction
From this ill timed vacation.
Where hope wades slowly through self doubt
Wearing a Black and White
"You have died of Dysentery" T Shirt.
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