#fidgetpoetry

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the blue light of adams street

there are days when i walk by the laundromat full with the whole of the moon sticking to my soul like eyes with sockets deep today is one of those days those days to be taken for granted those days dropped in randomly shackled to my bones and wild are the dogs out for the hunt trickling past my life squeezing out every last ounce of compassion just for the hell of it all a good friend once said something important to me but it is hardly worth repeating now

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explode

i feed these birds outside my back living room window and i watch as they assemble to enjoy their clean reward i hang the feeder and refill it mostly on time mostly all the way and i assume they are grateful and free

then with your bored eyes and pouting dimples you slide into the room with your anger blasting and your noise overflowing raising all the hell that's left in this world from down below and i'm never quite sure anymore

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damn it goes again

there she is again rolling through my days and unfortunately your days too in those god damn yoga pants and not the kind that leave you upbeat or content joyous or horny she has her own way of moving dragging you into her misery spiking your drink and firing slugs eight right between the eyes

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my line is good

i’ve got the goddamn fan on high and i’m cycling through all my bad dreams meanwhile these two maladjusted pipes dangling over my head bang out another lost cause symphony while my shiny eyed dog stares into space begging me to come home

theories about how to get well stories about singing the blues poems about cancer spreading my love that’s all i need right now nothing complicated nothing out of the ordinary just a good old fashioned hanging of the soul