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dwolfram · 11 days
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and when the crutches
almost do you in and are left behind
your whole body
will fight
every decision your brain makes
with anthills, hair loss, and random aches.
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dwolfram · 18 days
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some work to pay bills.
some work so they don't off themselves.
truth comes,
in dream states
sometimes bearing roses
sometimes rabidly snarling
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dwolfram · 20 days
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booktok shelf
Surprised by its existence
at a big downtown bookstore
and mesmerized by the covers
I stood in front of a five shelves bookcase
with BOOKTOK written at the very top.
I was lulled by the wildflowers and bleeding apples
of shelf number five,
stunned by the dragons that would definitely kill me
if they weren't a graphic design, on shelf number four
enthralled by the details of
the moon and sun design on bookshelf number three
that ended up mixing up with
depictions of couples passionately kissing on bookshelf number two
then a plain white cover with an elegant black font, stood alone, on bookshelf number one, all the way at the bottom,
"THE IDIOT" by Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
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dwolfram · 23 days
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life
it's always 2 AM
palms are sweating
stuck in a stranger's kitchen
at a tasteless party
the music's blasting
teeth are chattering
jaws are swinging
cups are filled to the brim
and words are flying.
and it's always 2 AM
and it's always "one more round before we go"
and it always ends with disaster.
life on repeat
until all turns black.
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dwolfram · 26 days
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dwolfram · 26 days
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"O Mikey, Where Art Thou" (audio link at the bottom)
I could only be there for a dream so I gathered my one month's worth of words a bottle of rum and a small bag of weed, hurried and got to his crib.
"You know it's a shame that this PA doesn't go up to eleven because tonight we're going on a Holy Bender" he exclaimed in excitement as I entered.
He led the way with a Nyorican jive and elegance fueled strut to the living room.
The poster over his couch caught my eyes "help me God, 'cause man won't" it read.
We sat back on the leather seats we filled our glasses and we got ready to begin.
We puffed and we sipped exchanging ideas, finishing the bottle of rum and moving on to gin. We puffed and we sipped moving with style further down my dream.
Last night, I was chilling with Mikey.
We wrote together, drank together, smoked together, sought for thrills that righteously put the Holy to our bender.
'Til in the end we didn't need the PA to go up to eleven 'cause we were too busy living to be concerned about Hell or Heaven.
Listen: https://dylanwolfram.bandcamp.com/track/o-mikey-where-art-thou
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dwolfram · 1 month
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taste, knowledge, love;
these things are
not supposed to be
a competition,
they are supposed to be respected.
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dwolfram · 1 month
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Brand New Eyes
we’re all lost
in this jungle
of concrete
and fear
and loneliness
and perpetual chase
of money power.
we’re all lost
and afraid
that one day
the sun might not rise.
we all need
assurance, warmth
acceptance
or love
as they call it one word.
we all need
to choke
and kill
what holds us down
buried underground
beneath piles and piles
of superficial hapiness
we all need
to look at the world
with a set of
brand new eyes.
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dwolfram · 1 month
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no room for negativity
It was the weather of
my favorite baby blue
short-sleeve shirt
when I passed by that bar
and the side window caught my eye:
a photo of my bruised face
hair disheveled but in an artful way
and not in one of my favorite short sleeve shirts
was put up with the following written
"don't buy him drinks."
I snapped a quick one with my phone
leaving out the negative part
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dwolfram · 2 months
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the earth is on fire
scorched blackbirds
sing about it daily
the end has come and gone
the new beginning's stuck in traffic
one more moon
one more melody.
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dwolfram · 2 months
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youtube
Damn.
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dwolfram · 3 months
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the rain was pouring
and we were bone dry,
wondering and wandering
aimless and comfortable
wrapped in our chemical blankets.
tiptoeing between the raindrops
is an overlooked art, I'm drawn to.
under the bright lights of banks and stores
where the stars are no longer visible
right in the city's loins
some find bigger crutches
and some find themselves.
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dwolfram · 3 months
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dwolfram · 4 months
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the sky's Gatsby's mansion
there was a party last night
I forgot my hat at the door
and I got work on Monday
and my head is cold
the sky's Gatsby's mansion
it's true and it's a long way home
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dwolfram · 4 months
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here's to the ones who stuck to the plan
Honored their dreams and followed their hearts.
Here's to the ones who got lost in the way
Darkness found them and held them back
some forever others for a day.
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dwolfram · 4 months
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…and finally,
it’s daytime. The sun shed its light and made every nightmare, inhabiting the darkness, a little, somewhat, more bearable.
…and finally you’re out of bed. You wash your teeth drink your coffee get dressed
and off you go out the door. Trying to block all your dreams
for 8 hours
in order to do
your job.
…and the clock ticks to the end of your shift.
Maybe a couple drinks
at the local bar and back home to wash down every thought that haunts you maybe since your teenage years
with a scotch whiskey and a couple of pills.
…and we say “thank God, this day ended” instead of saying “Goddammit, another day that I didn’t live,”
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dwolfram · 4 months
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it's a cycle
Sadly you can't beat nature
There will be death
but compared to life
death is a trifle.
No matter the strength of your rope
the sun will come and go
the moon will rise and glow upon
a thousand dreams or terrors
bound to show there's light
and it's up to you where you'll focus.
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