the spirit
i keep in here
aware of saints
hidden rear
blessing
bashing
guessing
blurry
messing
silk sheets
pink dressing
moldy cleats
sport guessing
sobs of paper
keeps shards
fessing

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kundalini winding up
i rattle at my nose
hiss out my asshole
fists fly at my foes
some broke nose
tight rows
figure blows
tap tight on my toes
shoes whipped
prose
outta controls
sun dipped
hose
baked crisp
hips to and fro
type goals

calligraphy chart
old pen
watermarking
lexium
liquid paper
begin
awkward chatter
rambling
medicine
wheat-paste
has been
remark weightend
rain can
legislative
sliced man
one time
listed
best friend

higher sight
rottened
realize
softened
cristco
mockend

superflora
crockened
tight lace
tock and
resting sips
flock and
lay awake
rock and

run away
no accident here
no incident to plee
physically
get a lawyer
cannot see
as we have
no money
human rights
will not be
living free
close your file
sans disability
take my child away from me
because i wont sleep
take a pill
stay with my mommy
go to a shelter
have to separate
now i see the clicking gates
its to late
call the guards
discriminate
sleep awake
heres a couch
well lock your fate
vegan love not hate
shove these in
be a good girl
voluntate
call you schizo
cant walk away
on a sunny day
christmas holiday
medicate
sleep to late
take DI cant work, mitigate
ruin lactate
evolving diagnosis
says psychiatry anyways
take away pills from me
see the man in front of me
wont stand up and introduce to me
‘i dont know you’
thats what they say
its because ‘i knew’
they didnt let me get away
i had to run all day
i worried when the next homeless man would approach
or guard who was not a fan
you owe me
take your pension
take your fee
take all your fucking
salary
say back to work so there aware
now all my manager does is stare
i get the chance to find a place
my purpose try again at a new pace
others look me up loco
take your credits
work till were worn
years on our minds
just gratitude born
while you take our savings, outlook,
hope and demeanour
we gain it all back despite
their best efforts
To wean her

D.S.

clouded grey
no escape
m.i.n.e.
suffocate
ripped from lap
slipped away
drifting toward
clipper
better be dead
throw that glass
roar out loud
slam that door
knife a bed
pound my skin along winds and turns
accept a high five
bolted tongue on the door
keep her close
even the score
left hand boomer
pounds brothers floor
takes his girl
calls minutes later
what you sorry for.

sitting on your lap
corkscrew cap
dirty old couches
shaking ass
watch my back
breathe it in
slam the door
watch your face
behind the door
spray the smell
hear you call
twirl the cord
across the floor
didnt shotgun
your bro to the back
the last time i saw
you touch my lap