lies from my leather journal

within the sea i long to be

especially if you’re with me

bikini clad, slippery skin

my heart is lost, a man of tin

 

but you’re at work, i’m at my place

that’s absent of your saving grace

nothing to do but pine for you

with only words to see me through

 

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the days are off, they don’t feel right

i’m use to being up all night

the day’s a play about the past

a part for which i’ve been miscast

 

kerouac calling william burroughs

i’ve left it all for a soft girl

feeling better, open letter

to my heart that’s chained and fettered

 

leash and collar set, no regret

feeling out of place? you can bet

yes i still drink and i still think

talking mouths are drains within sinks

meant to consume and not assume

that thoughts are threads, the tongue a loom

 

in dating one must socialize

meet her friends and hear their lies

i light another cigarette

they talk about a kitchenette

a standard by which to define

demarcation, poverty line

 

they were all headed to the mall

said i could join them one and all

since my time spent was still at work

i said i had a circle jerk

where we all cum upon the rich

the only way to scratch that itch

 

needless to say i got a text

from my girl who was quite vexed

that we will have a talk tonight

about my need to be polite

 

oh joy, oh boy, i still annoy

with words that are in my employ

relationships tender render

conquer me without surrender

 

i will pretend and i’ll play dumb

i’ll acquiesce without succumb

with flowers throw her off my scent

after noah god did repent

 

rainbow promise within the rain

close off all access to my brain

that christ gave all is what’s been penned

(he only gave up a weekend)

 

you do not see as i perceive

and make no effort to know me

so please be sure i will succor

a savor without manure

 

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