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I am a voice without a pen to hold.

I am a bard with his fingers,

plucked the strings to early and broke them across my lips.

Lucky kid without her ambitions.

Instead I have my instinc and charms-

Carry them in a bottle cap necklace collection,

and tie them to my shoe strings

while I hum along to

punked up little boys.

I'm a druggie with my pop in my pockets,

jingle them for dry mouths

because my youth is dead-

shoot'em up with society

and wath them burn from the inside

out.

Are you desperate for words?

am I suppose to change your life

and drill a hole into your heart

with metaphors-

Stuff it with dirt and take your soul with my tongue-

I'm an old soul with older eyes,

and i see bullshit

as bright as day.

My words can't change you

but they can make a believer cry.



I'm not God,

but people pray to me anyway.

White noise come

and visit me in murky depths.

where all silence meets

and greets his end-

For not,

I've watched''

through fogged windows lore.

and fount my happiness

beneath

my wooden floor.

I have a death wish with the urge to tell a story.

Apricot coat pulled around the singing folk

as they gather round.

I'm not much for tales,

but i'll hum you a sirens melody

and tell you about a girl who became a crow.



She cherished her Polaroid snaps,

ate them when her belly bottomed out

and chewed her fingers raw-

Smoke follows beauty,

but blood makes it refined.



She learned the ways of wings,

shadow birds paper suspended from branches.

Reached up and crumbled the windpipes

so they couldn't sing no more.





She learned to fly

when she jumped from the nest.

and lay chirping on the

floor.

She became a crow

when her lips stopped moving.

I dance to the 1960's

and pray to the sky for some poverty-

I get my hands dirty and my mind wet

with

electro sex melody.

I've seen people die

and I've seen them live afterward.

I'll keep this body moving because death is overrated when your skins trapped in a box.

Don't nail me in casket-

Burn me with the lovers,

mix me in with the colored skin and races.



We'll make love

and give birth to some soul.

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captainglobehead
18:45 Dec 20 2011

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Reach in with your hands,

and touch the dust, smear it on your knuckles.

Feed it too me raw and stretch out my tongue-

Spread it across my forehead and tell me to pray among the wolves.



I'll howl when my face hits the ground.

and i'll sing when naked flesh dances with the teeth that survey it.

chirp along the fires grooves while I wear fur headdress, that dull the dusk breaking between the tress.



My body is naked dirt,

sweat mixed with that of my clan.

Beat my drum and i'll be a huntress ready for morning prey.

Scope out the area with my music and go in for the kill.

Let me sit and ponder this memory.

My head clanging against rust box booming on the strip.

Where did your heart go missing?

Was it when the music stopped?

When highway signs were blurry in Ohio mist-

It's for lovers in trouble,

on there way up dirt roads

long did they exist.

I pick at the fresh kissed skin,

dance in my scarf and indulge-

" I say yes when I ought'a say no"

Lets jump back in the car

and turn on the radio.

My stomach is punctured,

echos that bounce off doorways.

Parachute down my throat and corrode with the acid that bubbles up onto my tongue.

Sticks there and molds,

grass on my tissue.

Sprout flowers in eye sockets to make me pretty

for my Sunday best.

I'm a living holographic junkie.

Shooting for the starts,

and falling back down to the trees.

Today the air smells like your skin-

Stale bleach in silent winds

echoing off of your extremities.

Bounces from brain to my tongue and scatters along the streets with salutary strut.

It's a hue of grey with that sea-side ego,

demeaning with an uppercut to flexible marrow.

Hit me in shards of flakes

Bury me in whiteout soil because I'm a word worth the censoring.

Clean out my mouth with sterile healing juice,

fill my belly and watch me burst like balloons.

Until I pop;

Deflated against a whalebone wood

Nail me to the door with your smile.



I'll bend in your hands like clay,

bow my head like Jesus crucifix and pray into frigid H2O.

Bubble up and spew steaming entrails,

watch the rubies blossom on cross-process stones.



Matter ridden,

I'll clean up the mess with my hands.

I'm just a girl; always in the wrong places at the wrong time.

Backseat gossiping from the girls in white-

Little do the men know of their foolery,

their red ribbons already cut.

Cotton presses stained in red-



I've never liked deceiving damsels;

for many a word of their own is mocking.

Sirens with wings clipped for jealously.



I'm just a kid always in the wrong places with the wrong people.

I'd straighten by button up

and rimmed glasses like a good little girl.

But,

I'm a no good little fool.

Who deceives the deceivers.

In between your hours

and in between your days.

I am moving much faster between those waves-

Hit me in the chest; While little words cave into my frame.

My cheek bones are rotted with your compliments,

Over and over.

Boy it's the same.

Think i am reluctant to grab hold of firm hands,

where my eyes will gaze up and never return

back to my head.



Truth is I'm so fucked up at the moment,

your mumbling of sweetness.

Makes my belly churn with unkempt soil.

Worms, its way out my lips; Sprouts from my eyes

where branches open like arms to a disheveled heaven-

where gazers laugh at my body.



There wings are missing and so are my eternal extremities.