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Crush

Can barely walk today
the pain of
the Soul I guess
Delivering pizza
like a fuck in a hammock
between the palm trees
of
death
and


stare at me with
their empty eyes
pressing their
death on me
crushing me
further
and further
squeezing out
anything
that represents
Love

my legs
strong from the bike
buckle and crunch
under their dead stares
I have nothing left
to defend
it’s all been ripped out
like the cicada out of its
husk
it’s flying around somewhere
making noise up there
with all the rest
of the ripped out Souls

and we’re used to it
saying goodbye
ignoring
and forgetting
some had them
and something
crushed them, too
some never had them
and they were crushed
anyway

the fingers grasp
for the beer
the wine
the whiskey
the throat
tear at it all
bring it all down.
Posted 07/17/11
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