This
pulsing heart
cocooning your frame
will dial back a tone to tell
through constricted veins
if your blocks and
Their Blocks
will cease
to block my
Beat.

your Words and
Actions are two
brothers
wrestling for dominance
vying for control of the
television remote.
change this channel or
watch me walk
away.

Barbed hearts will collide.
Humping and pricking untill the meat left
raw and oozing with open sores agitated
slithers away in defeat.
Forseeable futures aside,
chosen paths will not diverge.
No famine of intilligence
or nuclear fallout
could seperate those
lonley souls.

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Come on Come on Come on,
Come on Come on comeon.
I'm old with waiting,
Baiting my time with promises
And apeasements.
where are you?

lets sweep this one under the rug.

sing
dig
sing
dig
scoop that gravel
dish your dirt
through
warming melodies
or pressing lips
unconciously entering
what remains in this
hole.

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my sewn seams tear
releasing a tepid flow
of organ and tissue
"come in you say
the waters fine"

Sliming and sloshing
Through saturated marrow
Your sluggish ideas materialize in me.
Can I float atop
Seas and seas of bodies
With your weight added to mine?
Combined together we are nothing except
A zip-locked bag of liquid
Flapping against ourselves.

I have fashioned these
hollow
bird
bones
into corsets
further restricting imports
and exports of air so You
Will
Never
have to speak, while
she coated the walls of
tar
stained
lungs so I
Will
Never
have to answer.