#cameron-dailey

[cameron-dailey]

smoke spot

I got my worn out dime 

And slapped it on the bus back 

(or the back of the worn out bus),

Not so running anymore 

Or taking to somewhere else.

-

Flight was yellow like the bus paint 

(or the paint on the surface of the bus),

Which chipped and peeled after sitting for twenty years. 

It ain't a pretty 

sight,

the inside,

Rolling in the dust are bugs and maybe

burrowed baby rabbits in the bus seat. 

-

Stalk like prey we do 

For a spot to smoke the grass 

Uncle sold us

And pass a cigarette between our hands,

Or two. 

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She was in her best dress, too.

It's stiff where winter fell on September.

Here I stumbled 'cross the typical 

And brooding grass,

All cloaked in frost,

And made my way to Bonham's 

to sip on Jack and sweet tea. 

"She lifted her eyes," said the party,

With me 'till tree leaves fell in the breeze,

"And snow hounds were after her."

Time was up.

-

I made my way home

With my eyes on the tree stalks,

Diseased.

In passing my threshold,

I fell to the futon,

My thumb and index hard pressed together.

The radiator

Warmed my fingernails

And my bare hanging bulb swayed.

It occurred to me next 

That she felt what she needed to,

And did, largely, more than that. 

The snow was cold

But the red that melted it made me think of Arizona calling me again, in heat. 

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I shot myself last night,

I really sure was dead.

The patchy grass flooded with pigments of red.

The sun laughed and said he knows how I feel,

Yellow though his words did spread.

In my last moments, I saw two gently coated rabbits, whose fur was like of cotton.

It was silky white and swirled around their skin,

They almost blended in with the recent fit of snow that hit.

They were fucking.

I promptly put a bullet in my head.

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To: Patricia

So I went with Beth a few years ago,

But it feels like forever,

To the creek where the dogs splashed freely.

I was caught off guard when a Humvee came up and blacked me out.

Who knows where the products go at the end of the day?

When all is said and done,

The only thing left is the bark on the trees

That sloppily grow from the edge of the cliff.

Back to nowhere,

Where I came from,

In the heat of the radiation beneath the floors of the building.

No house could come apart without my permission!

It's this fucking white light from the elevator

That clouds my field of view,

And the lake that comes back to bite me in my freckled ass

When the pure chicks hatch

Before they're sent to nothing.

It's a touching moment to watch a wedding,

Or to launch a rough splash into the ocean

Which sits idly by while I am stung by the orphaned urchins.

I didn't know there were cupcakes offered,

But when they're standing in front of me,

I can't help but watch them do their sweet and inestimably focused routines.

Back at the creek with Beth,

I doubt I found anything of real significance,

Minus the floating fish that taught me not to drown.

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Caddo Mills

When will we meet again, my tree?

Someone may have chopped you down,

Or maybe you're still in the ground.

How long has it been, my green?

Since I sat under your shade,

And you called me by name.

-

The shimmer of my sunshine,

Burning patterns all around

Between the shadows of the leaves.

Once, you were me.

And we sat still

In the cool of the tree.

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rain drop in - my eye

The raindrop is

Falling at near

Lightning speed

And my eye

Is unsuspecting

Of the coming

Surprise.

A tiny

Temper tantrum

Then ensues,

Ensuring that

When madness

Makes the news,

It will be dead

Sadly, and decayed

By way

Of gangrene lips.

I can

Still speak

But my words

Come out slurred.

And now,

The raindrop breaks

The dam of

Unwanted (like most) pain.

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Sugar-Free Cough Syrup

Sugar free cough syrup,

Cheers to The Poor Man's Angel Dust,

And with a bit of luck,

Maybe I won't find myself stuck

Running circles through my head.

Funny how it's when I live that I wish I were dead.

Sugar free cough syrup,

Cheers to a cheap smile.

I find our time spent together to be

Less than worthwhile.

Let's spend some more together,

Just in case I wind up alone again.

It's winter so there are no parties going on tonight,

But goddammit, partying is the only thing I want to do right now.

Tell me, when was the last time that I searched for your face among the crowd,

A beer in my hand,

Still a long way from the top.

Breathe in me and

Then breathe out you,

Feel my heat inside your lungs,

And show me how to feel like I'm actually in this moment.

Kiss my chest a little softer,

Suck my neck a little harder,

Leave these bruises to guilt trip me for days to come,

And I can go home and drink some more

Sugar free cough syrup.

It's like saying hi to an old friend,

Except it's a little bit more welcoming.

Make me feel like I'm seeing me from the outside,

Instead of wallowing in my own pride.

That stupid little thing that blinds me.

Sugar free cough syrup,

You suck me in and wrap me up,

A warm blanket that shrouds my problems from my own cynicism,

So for the next six hours I can be okay.

Feel myself just melt away,

It's winter so most of my friends are working right now,

But I don't work, and no matter how much I wish I could go out,

I still don't have a car,

So I'll sit at home a while longer,

Sipping on this drink made of dextromethorphine,

Singing to myself that maybe one day when I'm old and aging,

I can find a better place to sit alone,

And find none but myself comforting.