Bloody Beating Heart

She moved to the city and got artsy as hell.

I’m so put together and all over the place at the same time I could shit.

^I’ve had people tell me, “Ew, that’s gross. Please don’t use that phrase.”

Which is why I am using it. I do not owe you anything.

The painful flip of that?

You owe me nothing right back. Ouch!

I wrote a poem. About this and some other things.

This is it.

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“Solo Dance”

The truth will set you free.

But that ain’t the truth to he.

 

Bites me from inside.

Leaves me to weep.

My own masterly plan.

A route for defeat.

I jump right in front of the bus. Anticipating maybe just a bump.

 

But my insides corrode.

The Phoenix has no chance.

And after it all it’s a stark solo dance.

And after it all it’s a stark solo dance.

After it all, it’s a stark solo dance.

 

If I were playing by rules, then “use the tools”

It works if you work it

Easy enough for a fool.

We each are in a sense.

And then brings commencement

To a pain infraction.

Looks in the reflection.

And then stark solo dance.

Just stark.

Solo dance.

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I’m working on chords. When I get my shit together, I might just put it to song and if/when I do, I’ll post a video. Because apparently right now I’m all about sharing my bloody beating heart.

#thumpthump.

XOJP