the one that got away

she was 
gorgeousness
pearched
in my
heavens orbit
i
drank rum
she
drank water
while
smoking a cig

lets go back
to yours
she said
interrupting me
on my way
to finishing
my faith

in and out
she weaved
speeding ahead
of me
through expensive
late night shopping
traffic crashes

crazy bitch
i yelled
at bob
the wailing
car radio
she
don't know
wheres i live

holy whores
and
gifts from hell
i muttered
as i
looked through
my dirty
windscreen
at the
mad angel
sitting
posing
dangerously
erotic
on her boot
in her
thigh high boots
dominating
another cig
in my drive
i smiled
between the squeaking
wipers
not wanting to scare
my
friday night
angelic lay
away

after the
debauchery
with a 40 oz
glasss club
now
in my hand
i confessed
i thought
i'd lost her
she
laughed
you brought me back
last week
you drunk dope
she squealed
as she
punctureated
her displeasure
at my
black out
by
stabbing me
with her
burning cig

shit
i thought
as i
gulped
some slave rum
from my
glass club
to try
and
flush out a memory
and
with some relief
she wasn't
as dangerous
a physco
as i thought

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quartered

rigor mortis 
is the shattered mirrors seasons
suicidal butterflies
close their books autum leaves
alien stranded
in fermenting solitude after a grim harvest
seed insights
scatter across null's omni multiverse
lost worlds
destroyed within thoughts of a gods madness

insanity bathing
in milky darkness developing clarity
faded memories
just dogeared porno magazine pages
drunken sonnets
tie up lovers slurred yarn tongues
goosebumps form
so the blind can read their cold lover

poets recitation
tortures their reflective commedian soul
nail gun barbs
ejaculation leaves exclamation pock marks
flayed pens
are dragged to the edge again and again
geriatric poems
beaten quietly into time's dusty annals

expression train
lies derailed along needle tracks
piano typewriter
clanks out discordant sticky notes
guilty sentences
string up urinating marionettes
vacant spectators
defecate malignant tumour rumours

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