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Pudding and Pie.

Pudding and Pie.


im more than you would think
a flash in the pan a wink of the eye
well traveled soul (once upon a time)
and im gone
i talk to mountains taste cheese grow tomatoes
addicted to olives and stormy seas
like the feel of the sun on my face the wind on my back
i can paint you a sunset in a minuet
or a year
im a terrible driver good father
reflective possessive passionate carefree
i worry i hurry
take the “L” train to the games

my inner child is wild
he was formed from wet plaster
i could stand on my head like to jump on the bed
at chess im a non master
my poems, they dont rhyme
you see, I haven’t got time
splattered ink on the carpet
shadows from skyscrapers Fall trees in full bloom
thats it
my self-portrait
thats me

neonduskthursdayaugust519991157pm
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the poets childhood

i never really tasted death but addiction
is as close to hell as you ever wanna be
I WOKE UP today stretched out uncovered
in the middle of winters open window
full of overflowing filling spilling
GrAtiTude.
Thanks mom for
molesting me
Thanks dad
for never fucking being there
and because of that
now, when i look at the cloudless night skies
i see things that others do not
think things that others will never cross
write verses from scorching emotions
deeper than the diamond laced blackness

neondusk3142013thursday244pm

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