Five

kaseycarroll:

Five days were left
untouched, as I stayed
in bed with the
covers pulled up.

Enough was enough—
all I wanted was to
keep my eyes shut.

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Old firefly

Fireflies are, in a sense, the closest stars in the sky.
But, their luminous blessings are really glorious cries
They utilize to distract the world from the hurt in their eyes
I mean, even the moon through it’s adolescent crescents
Grows wearisome shining every summer night in reprise
Further disguising their affection through glass traps next to bedsides
Whispering warnings to those who oppress and imprison their light

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Rhyming snippet

All of the madness I have is sadness
But less than that fat kid who’s last picked
I need to feed on someone fat cause my habit’s bad
I been eating my own fists
Like a cannibalistic locust
Psyching myself in and out of focus
I’m in and out of the lowest places where lonely spaces rest
Can’t even get a dollar without a nickel, dime and ninety cents
This interest seems like a waste to pay back so now it’s just a hopeless mess
I know too well that with a PO box I could flip drugs and see it progress
Have a few dollars kept
Spend it on nonsense and long stems sent to my girlfriend’s address
Making all her friends some jealous wrecks
Then somehow my fucking conscience snitches to my common sense
Neither can speak with a clouded head so now come down off that mountain and vent
About how eight bucks an hour leaves you barely enough counted for rent
Bare faced rage awakened from hibernation who overslept
I wake to new days
And don’t wait for a new grace
I knew too many who lose face,
Weakened by a preacher who takes a word and spins it in two ways
But sometimes I miss the way communion tastes

Far from broke, further from rich

I’m seeing angels again
Tasting with a crucifix
Speaking in nine inch parables
Weaving through saviors like a Jupiter whip
-I leave wreckage in my dust-

You won’t find me back for more again
But You’ll find me back in the morning
Sleeping in sentences
Waking to thoughts wondering
When will I find the x to mark my spot?

Look. I’ve been far from broke
Further from rich
And I couldn’t live the life I envisioned as a kid
I’ve been too far gone
Living between lies like a judas lips and gypsy kiss
High off the smoke of that lucifer
And Coke’s a hell of a sniff
Giving up quick and coming down with the tides
-I got lucky though-
Because broke can so break a man but broke can make the man whole
Listened to wind for its wisdom
I was blown away by its breath
Is it the breeze that is alive,
Or is it that I’m dead?
Think I broke what is left in my head
I think The Lord even left me for dead

Just give me a morsel of time
Though I don’t fill up on those easy
And when she asked me no more for affection
I left her jumbled thoughts
Sent by recorded messengers
-Shoot them where you must-
Cause I have a place of stand still too
Where I stand still and I rust
And jagged little pieces make a trail
Like I want in some way to return
And relive these things I’ve done

Hey,
I’m far from broke
I’m closer to the fix
Little baggies of that powder
Take the bus to downtown on the 6 And be back in an hour
Nah,
I take the next flight to the next town
Either that or I’ll take a downer
Said we gotta learn the patience
And treat your body with respect
Never calm, cool, and collected enough
Not enough left to cash on this check
And take the time to let my mind get connected
Or face the consequence of stress
The third eye wakes like the prophets say
But I sleepwalk when I’m wrecked

Oh,
I’ve Never stood further from the cross

Never been as strong as I am

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Snippet##

It ain’t a sunny day
It’s a sky black, out of gas
Don’t know if you’re coming back
Oh, did the coffee go cold?
I can’t tell when you’re hot, when you’re warm, when you wanna see me anymore
Lately I’ve been thinking
Why do I feel like a floor
When I make you touch the ceiling?
Oh baby, you go where god only knows
And the things you’ve done have made me
Crazy

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Chansons

Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
Pot au feu, pot au feu
Je voudrais passer une soirée avec vous

Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
What a view, what a view!
I would like to share an evening with you

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Oh no,
When you laugh so hard it hurts
It can be so hard to keep
Your sense of humor

Oh no,
I think I lost my friend today
The joke’s always on me

I have come to warn you of the future
Things might never feel this way again
And I know that that may sound like such a bad thing
Just know, I think it’s not

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thepianofarm:

Tonight I am in Canberra Australia & I was watching the end of the first half of tonight’s show, when I saw a man walk across the room that looked like someone out of my memory. He looked familiar, I couldn’t place him, & my thoughts moved on. He then walked up to me and put this pen in my hand. The Hotel Blue. “For you,” he said. “Do you remember?” I didn’t. “That’s from the National Poetry Slam in ABQ, the year you won.” I remembered. At the 2005 Nat’l Slam Hotel Blue was the official hotel (& one where the hotel manager won the Spirit of the Slam award for his overreaching hospitality, which incidentally also lost him his job). The man was Daniel Farrar, who was one of my bout managers :) He was planning to attend my show tonight and randomly came across his pen in a toiletries bag earlier today. Was quite special to be handed a piece out of my past, a small & gentle reminder that one’s life is built out of more than just where one currently is.

thepianofarm:

Tonight I am in Canberra Australia & I was watching the end of the first half of tonight’s show, when I saw a man walk across the room that looked like someone out of my memory. He looked familiar, I couldn’t place him, & my thoughts moved on. He then walked up to me and put this pen in my hand. The Hotel Blue. “For you,” he said. “Do you remember?” I didn’t. “That’s from the National Poetry Slam in ABQ, the year you won.” I remembered. At the 2005 Nat’l Slam Hotel Blue was the official hotel (& one where the hotel manager won the Spirit of the Slam award for his overreaching hospitality, which incidentally also lost him his job). The man was Daniel Farrar, who was one of my bout managers :) He was planning to attend my show tonight and randomly came across his pen in a toiletries bag earlier today. Was quite special to be handed a piece out of my past, a small & gentle reminder that one’s life is built out of more than just where one currently is.

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thepianofarm:

The commissioned poem I did for The Music Bed ? Well the video they used it for is done! They’re using it to launch their contest/campaign Project Film Supply, where filmmakers submit their story idea and the winner will be backed. It’s a pretty awesome contest, and I think the video came out pretty tasty too. I don’t enjoy watching or hearing myself but in spite of that, I think there’s a lot of lovely in the above. Get all the low down on the contest here.

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She’s great

She’s great

silver-afternoons:

I’m throwing away my apologies and planning my goodbyes
this is a change in location not a change in lucidity
I am a mountain with the same mindset and miles away
I am still a poet
I am just breathing in new air

I still write about you
but in a different light

I was a fool to think you could…

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My latest guitar wiring theorem. If it works, I shall be content.

My latest guitar wiring theorem. If it works, I shall be content.

The poet
never wrote of
his love for me,
which is how
I am certain it
was never there.

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young hearts’ poison

michaellottner:

somehow i know
that if i cut
my hair, dye it
yellow- pierce my tongue
introduce my taste buds
to other women
i will still be your prisoner

so i leave my hair as is
and leave you on my tongue
and wear the same
cologne

after all, why would i
want to be anything other
than the young kid
you fell in love with?
.

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