(Love Poem)
DangersIt’s so nice to wake up in the morning, all alone, and not have to tell somebody that you love them when you don’t love them anymore.
My Wonder Years Never Got Cancelled
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Like a cell phone full of numbers
but not one soul I want to call.
Just like half-read books read by well-read eyes
that pretend to have read them all.
Like following a dream
that cripples you with debt.
Like laughing at a joke
that hasn’t caught up to you yet.
Break Beat
DangersBut enough about me already. Who needs one more love song to get them through the night? Who needs a sucker, a rich motherfucker to croon into the mic about a redhead girl with a conman’s charm? Who needs a broken heart? Who needs another Sergeant Pepper? Another tearful tune about how good she blows? Her perfume on your clothes? How it was too good to be true? Who needs desperate guys with creative minds who turn dark cloud girls into something silver-lined? Who needs string sections? Sweeping three part harmonies? Who needs a slow dance? Love at first glance? Who needs woe is me? When there’s dead mothers and friends that slit their wrist. Who needs kids like me? Broken hearts beat just fine. Broken hearts beat just fine. And even my broken heart will be just fine. Broken hearts beat just fine
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Opposable
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Base. How low can we go? Fuck the Beatles, I’m an animal. An upright ape with opposable thumbs. To hold the clubs, to shoot the guns. Swing low sweet chariot. God bless my DNA. Drunk drive my Chevy to the levee. Let the flood come and sweep me away. No, this ain’t the apocalypse, it’s the way shit has always been. From Sodom to Saddam, Attila to Tienenmen. A quarter million years of human being. A quarter million years as a human stain. We use ten percent of our gorgeous brains and leave the rest up to cocaine. Lucy in the sky got her hands on a new shotgun. Lucy in the sky got her hands on a Remington. Lucy in the sky her shiny diamonds drenched in blood. And I know where the wild things are. Don’t look far, don’t look far. ‘Cause I got wisdom in my teeth and terror in my wars. Yes, I know where the wild things are. Don’t look far, don’t look far. There’s a reason that it’s hard to look in the mirror. There’s a reason that it’s hard to go to the zoo. And there’s a reason you want to pry open the cage. See, you should be there, too.
War? What War
Dangers // War? What War
When really I should break every trigger-pulling finger.
Of every heartless, grim-faced, trigger-pulling fuck
I’ve never felt so ashamed to be american
