her confession is the invitation of sacrifice.
Ice breaker of lust. A must
to have
always
a need to chill out
I've dripped from a broken heart
slowly descending to breath I've mistaken for the wind
to evaporate and expedite my erasure-
my existence. Tense around the temptation
to answer her need, my conscience
records actions as the stitches - I fear
my afterlife postponed in the midst of appetite
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Note: Pay attention to how your emotions sound on paper, rather than the way your words sound without any portrayal.
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My sound tracks a path, needle-made off the record. Player,
pieces are beginning to move
from bass lines of cement- roses no longer growing
from concrete- or 808's
and piano keys assist the lyricism
...
it's coming.
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(inspired by Safia's "Day 29")
Thomas,
what's up man?
you've been sitting on that brain for a while - while
I was writing this -
I kind of thought -
I've missed you
like I-O
that brains owes me a debt - and I'm not accepting your programming
of a thought-synthesized mirror reaking of fabrication-
you smell of yourself running along the memories of pain-
there's love on your shoe
can you hear me?
Can you just look down for a second?!
you wrecked my house before you birthed me-
a gift that I continue to marvel at
the front door slit where my finger submerged
the contours of this beating organ; beating as if your fists
are orchestrating the instru-mental of headaches. Head spinning
break dancing on regretting ever taking back "i love you"
because you once did
but was ever to afraid to admit it
look down
I am here now
can you see how beautiful this tilted roof is?
All it takes is your weight to set it crumbling down-
we'll light torches and become the son of ar(e)-
you ready to join me yet?.. In the fires atop veins
let us see our soul amidst the wreckage
burn ideas of ourselves next to our lungs
and get high on the present
wrapped in pain - you presented it to me with the parting of her
and all I ask is that you share this moment
of unveiling
with me.
look down
- Tommy D
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It's called the headphone hideout
when really
I'm just hiding in my head - ringing with the achness of a hang-
over - my love for music is just about
an acapella over a dial tone giving it frequency-
no need for
crash carts
ressurectors
of the unwanted-dead
now alive-full of contempt for
miracles
we started (headphones and I)
as earmuffs during depleted batteries-icycles dangling from earlobes
within in which I excavated beats by skipping rocks
that I kicked in isolation...
(when somewhere completely different than what I intended)
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I spoke to the President today.
We were having a conversation- in which
he was telling me about dreams from his father -
like a sun, transfixed on its one face-
forced to blink once an image fades from the stare-
the case is...
I've looked up to see flights of birds. Soar
passed a stiched sheet of stars and stripes in undulation. My anatomy
stripped from astronomy of a nay-shunned out of the collective-
my skin is spread across the universe
with America shaved from it like a hair follicle
trying to overcome the identity of race versus nationalism
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