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doubtingthomas5 · 2 years

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Thang*

Woke up like this

Fell down like that

Got up with this

Left town like that

Unballed my fist

Put down my cat

Picked up a fifth

Went down so fast.

Got woke like this

Got broke like that

Fell out of luck

And lost my hat

Get fucked dearheart

Got out, get lost

No love for days

Since you been gone

Woke up like this

Called out like that

Been dead like this

Falled out like that

Get money babe

It's pay to play

Fell down like that

Woke up this way

Light shit like this

Like shit like that

Been hurt, been kissed

Been turned to sap

On judgment day

When Judah sings

Woke up like this

See what it brings.

Old days for bricks

Corn maize for stacks

Torn flame for kids

Grown fat with jacks

Old queen in house

She's on the pad

She's watching mom

She's thinking dad

Get down like this

Throw up like that

Time on my wrist

Say seconds flat

Get high on this

Get low on that

Woke up in piss

Woke up like that

BRidge: you never see the train before you hear it.

Woke up like this

Fell into that

Woke up in piss

Woke up like that

Been looking for

A spoiled brat

Got into shit

Fell down like that

Been dead for weeks

Call univac

Give head for cheeks

Woke up like that

My baby left

And won't be back

She dropped her heart into the chat

Young crime like this

Young kid like that

Old days like this

Just won't come back

Dead flame on time

Blue where he sat

Woke up with this

Burnt down like that

Get blocked like that

Get God like this

Put salt on that

Put thang on this

Blow at the altar

Of seven deeds

I'm just a babe

Beneath the reeds

Blow hot like this

Play cool like that

Get shot like this

Get shot like that

Take fist to fist

Take road to map

Grow up like this

Woke up like that.

Bridge*

CHorus: "She loves everybody for today"

Woke up like thus

Bent down like what?

Try not to fuss

Don't crowd the cut

Don't lock my knob

When I get pissed

Bent down like what

Been round like this

Kill time like this

Make rhyme like that

I do insist

You make time for that

5 hundred a week

To get my bones

Woke up like this

Fell back and moaned

Called Jesus fish

Like a sedans ass

Get diamonds on your wrist

Out on the overpass

Thug night get lost

Fell out of grace

Don't care what cost

Woke up disgraced

So woke up like this

Fell down like that

Got clean like this

Got clean like that

All kinds of love

To pay you back

Woke up like this

Fell down like that*

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doubtingthomas5 · 3 years

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Hump Day*

Burnt muscle

On the wing.

Noiseless fish on the banks.

Rain that aches with undulating passion.

A world full of people

And a half a pack of reds.

The sage looked into my lost eyes

And gently reminded me

That its just as hard to be dead as alive.

Having to keep still all the time.

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doubtingthomas5 · 3 years

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Generations of Filth

Dawn like steel

Reinforces the question on the lips of the morning dove

The drunken flower of the week

Rests his head on

The shoulders of a quiet suburb

Generations of filth

Ride the feed

Into the oncoming fire

And I shaved the beard on the face of April.

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doubtingthomas5 · 3 years

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Washing my hands on the sweat of my beard

I bite my lip and step forward into the living second:

The shadows fall deeper into the week now

The asphalt holds its summer sercrets

The planes overhead leave amber melodies hanging in the sky

The carpet of aluminum on the east lot breaks free of its damp restless echo

The sun shines brighter but lowing to the horizon to drink of the milk of earthly stirrings

I'm afraid of the approaching winter

I'm soaked in August's red nectar still shocked from the relief of spring.

The plague has still not lifted

And my love has still not returned*

September*

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doubtingthomas5 · 3 years

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Burp*

Panicked colors

Sexual Freemasonry

Dead Lifers

Ouch sound of shadow; ! *!

In bloom is the thoughts of the stone's everlasting cutlass and tress,

noise moved by autumn in damp dreams worth crying.

Brought up and out, the light of day chases the dirt into the ground,

squinting without hazard

in life's momentary shelf.

I can feel the bitten neck , sobbing

customary, afraid to die.

The lovers clothes, on the banks of the river.

Too many romance.

Not enough ,

Self.

Air like mud tramples sentiments , too thick to pass through the nauseous turnstile

too gracious to remark^'

I saw the light of day in my fragrant agitation

spilling over the rims of media

burning upright shadows on the wall of the refrain.

The wall of distance reclaimed from within

and without people to make it complete.

A dolls house with leather barriers,

and sheltie tears so lovely.

But whatever, I mean whatever I guess from the looks of it, its trending backwards.

The last meme in heaven

the painted jam session

the bright hog on Wednesday

takes flight in narrow pipestems*

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doubtingthomas5 · 3 years

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Between two car doors

There is a stillness

That I use to light my cigarettes.

I like to call it god.

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doubtingthomas5 · 3 years

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Snout*

The living snout!

Church of the living snout

yet gone today and awash in yesterday.

Infinite snout, wrinkled snout, curious snout

Along the rim of suburban dander,

cutting diamonds in the yard with inquisitive breath.

New sniffs! Old Sniffs! Harbor teeth smiled in sunlight basking.

On the hot tub baying at Ashley's infinite gaze.

Love trapped in lupin carriage

Shetland blues diaspora

Duck jerky on the wing!

14 Christmases,

14 trips to the beach

14 chew toys

One for each rippling year

14 reasons to love the four legged

Memories that haunt the family album.

Brown and vanilla swirling

Little brother

With padded steps prancing.

Digging holes where there was no holes before.

Defiant surgery with mom

in the garden.

Defiant to the very end

Carsick rebel in the staring heat of dogwood

Playing the door game in heaven with the saintly procession

Praying to the pie pan with cockles up

Locked in combat with the foot rest

And howling along to the sharp buzz of a harmonica

These were your statements

Your collective works

Your ovre

Your pawprint drew a bath in the basin of the afternoon

While I held you, you slept and forgot about crate life .

You peed indoors as you got older

The door to the outside sliding glass fades as peopled mirrors break with the shadow of a bug on a leaf. A drop from granite heaven was a turkey carving. Dad stands ready to toss the savory prize into your waiting smile. The snout in Sandwich making position. The rebel aglow in poultry.

Outside, inside , snout on snout

Wherever your padded joy would take you

Ambling across the suburbs chocked by a domestic .

Old snout, young s n out

Gone snout.

Sleep now cherub

No more fits at 2 am

No more hungry sundays.

No more furry strife

Sleep now cherub

For the colors of the morning wait for your

elastic indifference

Its your own fault

You rebel, you rascal

Sleep now

And ill say a prayer for your cold wet snout*

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doubtingthomas5 · 3 years

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Squealing on the Ice*

I heard them one night

I heard them in the dead of night

Squealing on the ice

Nobody else heard them

But I did

As if to stay bright in the pit of darkness

Was enough to remind you of how dreams smell

When the sun hits them at 6 in the morning.

These adults

Were squealing on the ice

Like mad children

Mad for the honey drip of life.

I smoked my cigarette and laughed myself

To sleep that night.

As I thought about those overgrown children

Squealing on the ice*

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doubtingthomas5 · 3 years

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Forgetful and *

Blood from music hung

Till day breaks into

Was not unlike

Who said to him*

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doubtingthomas5 · 3 years

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Brave Squeeze

It took a high throated number

To whim me off of the grey end of the plastic.

Y'all know me .

God provides a path

In summer.

Blue confident sabers hold*

Crushed weeks in the bowl.

The pepper of this life

And the brave Squeeze of the next.

Sometimes I flee the scene

Said Tom.

Radiant irony blazes in the dark of

A conversation.

Caught back by worded chiefly in the new

To remain wholesome one last time.

The smell of spoiled milk followed me to work

And drank my coffee.

Same, Saj, sa

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Where ya at Mr Willy?

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doubtingthomas5 · 4 years

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Just the Sandwich *

The chubby wind of the morning Buccal

Brought forth broad colors and parallel disgust.

Taken altogether, thursday alive with glazed sunlighlight

I ordered just the sandwich and slept unmasked in my lot car.

Kar auction services has my ass in a snare

The question of conscience burns thick in my silence.

The multitudes dead cling to short moments of luxurious stone.

I'm at the end of the Tahoe now, marking its bitch eyes for the sale.

The kushan chapters and incensed verse of my history of india confound the turning of the lot.

Mayby if I say fuck it, it will all go away.

I dreamed of her side eyes last night.

Dancing in tandem with the bagel bite blues.

How far away she is now.

How close together I still am*

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doubtingthomas5 · 4 years

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Slept*

I dream of withered turquoise

I dream of fading stares

I dream of broken moon beams

I dream of silent snares

I dream of lonely Tuesdays

I dream of desperate highs

I dream of silver romance

I dream of sour skies

I dream of worried laughter

I dream of dawn unseen

I dream of greenish blues

I dream of bluish green

I dream of daily penance

I dream of stolen ash

I dream of salty foreplay

I dream of petty cash

I dream of noisy whispers

I dream of tattered smiles

I dream of violent weekends

I dream of stolen miles

I dream of upright moments

I dream of damaged goods

I dream of chocolate centers

I dream of neighborhoods

I dream of all time favorites

I dream of bitter truths

I dream of docile fantasy

I dream of silver youths

I dream of yellow music

I dream of empty hugs

I dream of brilliant angles

I dream of salted slugs;

To dream is just to live beneath

The concrete walls of breath

The tounge that speaks beside the teeth

Of long awaited death*

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doubtingthomas5 · 4 years

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Dreary*

I pinched a nerve on the somber end of 7

Waiting for the knuckle bound rain

Like sleep that forms in crystal

And sparrows that glaze the paths they wait.

It's been a lonely winter

Stapled on these past summer months

To think of Virtue now is to cry out in reluctance

So like the clock that chimes before the hour

I hesitate to dream.

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doubtingthomas5 · 4 years

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#thevisiblecorner

From radio frequencies made of deranged salt

And dying leaves made of summer

I have come through the fog of morning

To pick up Rick at the Visible Corner.

Where gallows meets trammel

The sky opens up

And the curb beckons along the rim of the sober dander of caffeine.

"All shadows must die" , he says as he pulls up his mask.

And we ride into 495

Knowing all too well where it leads.

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doubtingthomas5 · 4 years

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The soul of day is brackish

Like the straights of meeting waters

The thumbprint of the morning

Smears its information

Down the hours

And somehow

There is a relapse

A fall into graceful twilight

The hot towel of evening

Awaits *

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doubtingthomas5 · 4 years

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The common law wife of madness

Runs over 5 stones like milk

And this is what they mean when they say

From without and from within

It breathes.

Breath, like truth never dies

But smoulders in a days passing.

The good news creeps

Waiting behind bathroom doors

To feed the fire of memory.

I've dreamed of being molested by

Hellfire, tempted by twin memories

And shocked into submission by stone birds

That leave awake droppings on your blankets.

The monster in waking life is the mind of the universe.

Insatiable desire runs through its collapsed veins.

The tears of so many afternoons

Draw a bath

And let the temperature drop below scalding

For the approval of all people.

Yellowed sky of the morning

Turning to blue as the stimulants fade.

Bright august eyes stain the roofs of september

And October is just a word.

The sky suffers for it's own purity

The wick Is lit in exile

The chrome shines for no one

The engine backfires against ageless turquoise

The spider nests inside a yawn.

I am nothing

God is great and I am nothing

I am a love slave to the lord of the domicile

Whip me as you wish

Beat down my resolve with pleasure

Kill my spirit with untold wealth

But let me have just one thing for myself

This day, this moment, this fragrant hour.

They call it getting high

But it's only a little higher.

Your still mostly underground

Buried alive in daylight*

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doubtingthomas5 · 4 years

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After Lunch*

After lunch the blood slows down

And the wind pitches a dim shadow from the four corners of the lot.

After lunch the moon gets cleaned up

And powders the craters on his lonely face.

After lunch the windows vibrate

And the power steering sleeps below the dashboard.

After lunch the buzz wears off

And the hours act like decades.

After lunch the rhythm tapers

And the morning flowers yellow in there beds.

After lunch the gray hairs whisper

And the wind that runs through them whispers back.

After lunch the gong of midday falls

And the sounds of the lot percolate in september honey.

After lunch the pushbroom laughs

And the radio dips below the sound barrier.

After lunch the rubber cracks

And the sweat beads the sideview mirror.

After lunch the passion fades

And the frenzied dawn slides down the ladder

After lunch the evening waits

And the innocent asphalt smells of briars.

After lunch the clouds saunter

And the rain pollutes the stillness

After lunch the food dances

And the legs peck at the air between the pants.

After lunch the neon stutters

And the coffee taste like iron ore

After lunch the eyes dart

And the dust in the window settles

After lunch the noon bird smoulders

And the cars get suicidal.

After lunch the anthill gets heavy

And the voided spirit yawns to death*

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