

VoodooI used to miss missing you, blissful in the loss, in knowing that I had something to lose.Voodoo
I had had something to lose,
used up events leading down to the
rise of your fall
from grace. But just to save face, save a place for me
in case my mind changes in too many ways to stay too
far
away
to see you every day, enjoy evening's play
playing songs games and magic together
how memories shift from
screaming through you to
yearning for your voodoo your presence
at any price
your control, your hatred your
ice cold g


Ball and chainArsenals bristle with untried murder. Herds of pre-deadBall and chain
post-dread
misguided misters and misses
miss pets back at home, but won't miss
this'll be great like
the Fourth like
the motherfucking wars that were waged
on pages under covers
ages ago. When small fingers
traced bloody battles with mouths agape, and
minds were shaped and
hearts beat echoing drums by the light of the flash
bang whistles and rings
smashing retina,
cochlear blood smears
on fingers now trace a new fate
a fruitless escape a
wishful  


PapercutsPaper piles rub me the wrong way miles of desperate pleading smiles cut to the flesh, the steely caress of guilt that knows what power is what power does to those that do. They rank the rank files in order with filed down nails nailing coffins and mailing the lids to families, kids, waiting watching for suns to rise and some dumb ones watching their sons rise and wishing for power over enemy eyes, the ones that dont see what they do in you.Papercuts
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