One of my friends died.
A girl killed him.
he loved to ride bikes.
We partied.
We Giv'r'd
We miss him.
-RIP JJ.
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I cut the sun
with a flea market straight razor
depicting wolves in the wind
a gypsy once told me
would free my strings.
I bled for two years
and i havnt herd a beat since.
Dracula drain
the molten ember blankets
my skin
flooding the holy city
evaporating the shadow
leaving a neutron star
at the heart of my spirit.
Climbing mountains
rolling out of bed
minutes tumbling
from a digital clock
as i drift from room to room
haunting my own inner child.
The pressure
panic attacks
mine shaft temporal lobe
collapses
have diamonds
compressing black lungs.
a fortune in a deep breath
the world turns dark
the noise drowns out...
i am at the center
of the universe.
A guillo-teen
the youth of a deep south wizard
doing necromancy in parks
after dark
with kids
from the void
and highschool.
we burned the photo albums
things like this were slide shows
from deathbed memories.
Documenting a miracle
just makes magic
science.
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