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EGGS: BELLES OF BATAAN

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September 4, 2012

Making a bed
With someone
In it in 8 folds
8 days a week
While wearing
White as a cap
For disposition
Shows the art
Of hat wearing

I suppose

A skull so cold
Has yet to find
Oasis wet with
Peace of mind
In land of duty
Free from want
And idling vain
Packs the heat
Neath gartered

Chain that
Rattles, tattles
Writhes in pain:
A-
Moral earworm
Mashing brains

“Rocks Off”
“Rocks Off”
On repeat
Never can
Ever back
Fall asleep

I seen a song
I learnt a step
When you did
Stare me as I
Slept in 8 fold
Bed 8 days a
Week I made
For you who’s
Optic bleep
Mirrored me
Feared me
Out of sleep
And sent me
Midnight on a
Creep to fold
Myself a hat

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EGGS: Crew Neck

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August 15, 2012

 

Something so sad
About the way a t-shirt
Crooks my frame

I saw you today
Sans button down
With the name
Of a place
Making your
Face
Much harder to see

And it made me angry

I felt like you had been taken away
Or made farther away from me
Because it chaps me too
That no one is free

Because most of the time,

You’re fine.
You’re an adult
You are a bonafide
Human being.
Not just
Some dork
In a t-shirt
Who gives me,
UGH,
“What I want.”

But it’s that leverage,
That language
That’s been imbedded
In me, in secret code,
(The one my soul
Revolts against.)
That- I’m most-
Worried about.