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Burned Out PlaceIt's all copper wire And soot The machinery is broken The cogs won't move and All the panels are battered And burnedBurned Out Place
There's human remains Skeletons of friends Memories The gh
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3am in ChicagoSkull full of whiskey magic The city shakes its fists And pulses in time With the veins in my head.3am in Chicago
Dead bird in the gutter Worms crawl in its eye
The night is rusted And tastes like ash and wet rubber The hooker on the corner Turns away when she sees
Neon puddles of green and red Steam from the manholes There's blood on my face And I don't know why or whose But I think It may be Yours.
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TryingA still image photograph In a painted eye Sepia tone slide show haze Graphite scrawls A page of words With corners on themTrying
Sharp edged vowels can cut
Tabletop crawls With a blurred vision of you Sketchpads and smiles Articulate utensils Speaking in smudges
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It's Raining HereSlivered streaks of rain Spattered on my window Running away With a week's worth of dirtIt's Raining Here
The road wavers Ashphalt liquid The air smells of honeysuckle vine And overripe melon
This is Texas, Man Redneck rainforest Loud trucks and big guns And all the best radio stations Are La
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- Current Residence: Somewhere in Texas
- Personal Quote: There is no such thing as half a stick.
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