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the cavalry in broken ranks. lets all… run amok.
under a veil of broken bits of ego. i think ill… call it in.
thats what ill do.
HOBBLE ON HOME
a lonely beacon of restraint. ripe with… wit & wry.
ill signal up before i gotta go-oh. whats that? sentiment?
you can have it.
COSMOPOLITE – DRAPED IN FICTION – HINDER & YON – HOBBLE ON HOME
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how did i get here? yea that float & float & land just anywhere.
amid sporadic whim – the haves & the have nots spinning out to ruin.
its fine – im a liar & ill do it again just watch.
amid manic misadventure (some) wish you well.
how do i come back to life or at least half dead?
were weathering the storm.
i can barely move – yea i dont get out that much anymore.
invisible & bust – corrupted with impulse & it goes & goes & goes.
then the firing squad.
the answer is i have exactly no answer.
how do i come back to life or at least half dead?
ive made it by default. (this is important, or something)
WAITED FOR YEARS – TICKING & TOCKING & SETTING FIRES.
THEN BEGGING FOR RAIN JUST TO PLAY OUT AGAIN ON THE PERIPHERY. MOST OF US ARE WRONG – MOST OF THE TIME.
SWIMMING IN FICTION. TIME & TIME & AGAIN & AGAIN.
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& im a ways from – anywhere in particular.
throwing out the line then wait for it, wait for it, wait for it.
this is of – no certain interest – to anyone – oh. oh. oh.
I CAN FEEL: ONLY IF ITS IN THE PAST TENSE I GUESS.
WERE ALL LIARS & APOLOGIES.
& im a ways from – anywhere that i should be.
pulling me further out. im digging a hole & dropping on in.
repeatedly – with no certain interest – were all ghosts – oh. oh. oh.
IM NOT TIRED: JUST GETTING IT ALL UP & GOING AGAIN.
HEY! ROUTINE: GO & GO & GO…
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the lending voice has slit its throat. grumble along – limping about.
adoring little fake youve become. wide eyed at the run – choking them out.
I KNOW – WHAT YOURE – THINKING. I JUST – CANT HELP – MYSELF. YOU KNOW – WHAT IM – DOING. MISTER – CRYPTIC – BABBLINGS.
over & over & over again. that same palsied crawl.
incorrigible, adored & contemptible; written off.
bobbing way far out at sea. the perfect slip – slugging & stuck.
the cosmopolite: hapless in heaps. the ah-ha-ha & walking it off.
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awry, amok.
03:41
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time & tick & tock. wonderful fucking fake.
well maybe i refuse to entertain the rhetoric.
cast out condemnation & then i crumble in your hand.
drop me down the well.
out to the terrace; dangling fucking close.
now maybe my invincibility is wearing thin.
how about we toss this whole disaster to the gutter?
wouldnt you want to change? i know you do.
start it all again? well i know i do.
as for you – kick me to the curb.
AWRY, AMOK – UP IN ARMS.
I JUST CANT GET AWAY FROM DIVING TO THE DIRT.
IM DEAD, LOCKED OUT – YOURE SWEET & COMFORTABLE.
NOW GO ON – THROW ME TO THE WOLVES.
wait & wait & wait. such a fool. the honest truth…
is i have some idea of what is best but not really.
time & time again im crawling out of the ruin.
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we need more nobodies.
02:28
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& ill just run away like i always do. clear to outer space & the likes of you.
wreck it all to dust & the au revoir. phony & afraid & mannered politely.
im so close i can taste it. that out of gas & just coasting in.
WAITING ON THAT PHONE. I KNOW IT AINT GONNA GO OFF AT ALL.
ITS DONE. I GUESS ILL TUCK TAIL & RUN.
bloated belly burn in a bag of bones willing me toward complete unknown. paint it up romantic – hey! i know why… this routine instability – ready, aim, fire!
WHERED IT ALL GO WRONG? I GUESS I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN ID BE SO MUCH BETTER OFF BOBBING OUT TO SEA ALONE.
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hey! i am all of these things: ellipses off to outer space.
here & where i have been & where i am going: & so on. et cetera.
RUN! ITS COMING TO GET YOU. YES. ITS GOING TO GET YOU.
hey theres significance with im better off & sentiment disinterested.
double standards & the rub: i stood you up again. routine applause – bow – curtains…
CLOSED! THEYRE GONNA FORGET YOU. JUST GO! THEY AINT GONNA MISS YA.
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a bone show kid.
02:29
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tedium & wear. them guts fell out of you.
some bone show kid arent you? yeah it ripped right at the seam.
youre on your way - were on - were on - youre on your way keep running
the ugly and the gone - the done - the ugly and the wanting.
i get done & and i do it again & scream i dont know i dont know i dont know.
headcase sucking air. its sick with au revoir.
some bone show kid arent you? them guts fell out of you.
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call it a wash – call it whatever you find best fit for it.
out on a tear: i guess im a ways away from home. if i had a home at all.
im done because youve stopped listening…
a lazy suitcase sitting & staring. i wait & wait & wait & etched into my skull: were trying & making it & killing it all again…
call it a hoax – bobbing far out at sea. that suffocating sound.
so im humming along… take it all on at second glance like some tragicomedy.
hey – are you done? because ive stopped listening…
a dunk in the tank & the up & up & up.
i have to strain to remember.
dress up in maybe & guises & veils of terror.
misfortune greeted with nods.
the schism, stale & still stinking. whos on a roll?
i have to strain to forget it.
hey pointed finger! have you anything at all?
ask me to leave & do so politely.
smoke parade pedestrian with a little taste of i guess this is how it is.
that same wait & wait & wait etched into your skull:
were trying & making it & killing it all again…
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kurtvee Denver, Colorado
amid a reconstructive phase one of new development. many more changes & different angles to present themselves along the way.
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