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Karma Doesn't Exist in Dayton.

By A.A.J.B.





Because it thought the booze was enough

to make me look the other way,

like any other cheap bitch would think,

withholding an "eye for an eye."

I'll take back my eyes, and then some

when I get this whisky down my fucking throat!

Offenders don't skip town. They go canoeing,

play corn-hole, and take routine trips to Alabama.

I know when they come back. I feel my scars itch.



It must be in the fucking water! And I've

concluded that its a piss poor excuse to

wear a fake crown while parading around Oakwood and

bragging about the base.

So I broke their Goddamn precious gem out of its

socket, and cracked it under my large shoe;

A third eye for material bullshit! Their noses crunched...

Don't tell me you care! Judas for the poor man just wants you

to make him feel good about himself!

Uptight bastards! And I hate your sense

of entitlement just because you add your own

excrement to the waterways.



"Brown noses and brown water." Don't make me repeat myself

and don't bother talking to me when my speech

is jumbled and messy. Wear your crooked crown of holy

bramble, and every church located here will say I stole

the wine from your greedy family even if I've

been choking on my vomit since noon. My only Jesus Christ pose

is turning money into beer. So I dare you to

tell me you never wanted me here so I can sit at the bar.

Then I can tell everyone how I truly feel about overgrown

children who play savior turned master.

And I'll promise to pull out my hair, and bruise

my arms just to let others know you didn't do your job!



So cheers!

Moon.

By A. A. J. B.



we learn of

celestial bodies in

science,



and i touch

what is

considered



forbidden

knowledge about

the stars;



the longing of

the supernova

to cover as



much of

the blackness

as it can in



a moment

of explosive

intensity. write



me a song on

the blackboard

in health class



comparing your

nature to the

onslaught of



solar winds,

atmospheric

pressure on my



lungs, and

the force of

gravity you



inflict

upon the

bearer of flowers.



tug and pull

celestial seeds

floating in



its own beaker.

attack me.

force me to



answer and

make me

want more.



ignore my

protest and eat

up the blank



space with

smeared

fingerprints and



crude words

about my lust in

the dark



and how

the night sky

swallowed me



whole.

COMMENTS

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xFeLiNax
05:43 Jul 06 2014

nice

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TheBloodyBlueBird
05:15 Jul 07 2014

Thanks! ^_^

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