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I’ve found mine

Don’t you worry. I’ve found mine. A little bit of piece of mine. A quiver in my spine, a tickle on my neck. He’s everything I need a man to be, and everything I need a friend to be. Which is more important, because that is everlasting. 

I’ve found mine.

Now where’s yours?

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Outbound

Sitting in a folding chair from wal-mart Behind a veil of semi-conciousnes I take another slug of coffee and inexplicably fall deeper into a trance that borders sleep. I squint and frown at the vibrant green treetops I see as the friendly fall air licks me. I curse the view. Why can’t it reflect my current, darkly tinted vantage point. But fer real, you ever done kareoke? You only need one song to be good. Come over to my apartment, And pull my bones outta my skin. They’re dead as doorknobs They’re hardly even a part of me any more. They floated away a long time ago, like the splintered remains of the titanic, Drifting through ice water. I’m hardly a part of myself. I didn’t grow my own skeleton. Men came in the night and stuck it in me. Through a zipper in my back. Come see me. We’ll watch cherry blossoms sprout from the cracks in the bone marrow Till my building home is powdery dust and we’re both dead, navigating the wind. Come see me, And bring some damn coffee. I need more damn coffee.

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Found Poetry #1

On public access tv an ad for a coloring book marketed to adults play, Followed by an ad urging viewers to seek help with thier addiction to drugs or alcohol

[jcsprxzpoetry]

I Was My Own Parasite

I was my own parasite,

pouring toxic chemicals into my orifices,

Shoving solid chunks of it

down my throat to tear holes in my esophagus

and slither a poisonous path

through my digestive tract.

I was a parasite,

with a hose hooked up to my brain stem,

siphoning off all the chemicals

that trigger happiness and excitement.

I would siphon them into a plastic container

which I would slug periodically,

until all the glands in my brain were dry and sterile.

I fed off myself until my surfaces cracked,

dry as dust,

peeling away as particles of sandstone carried by ambivalent winds,

my limbs snapped off with colorful toxic fluids and vapors

pouring out quietly,

seeping into the cracks.

I was a parasite who fed on itself,

and now im a shrunken nothing,

nothing but a pile of bio-waste

and siphon tubing, misused,

grinded into oblivion

by promises I made to myself.