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Spa cassette
06:00
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Mineral water on tap in the skylight lounge
The terra cotta pot succulent smudgestick sound
You like the digital panflute
While capable hands do
Swedish massage technique
Windham Hill tapes entrance you
Listen to the rain stick rhythm from the Bose acoustic wave system
Hydrotherapy could not wash you from mind
Amaryllis oil across blue silk sheets evokes your ghost
Eileen, I loved you
When the routines fail and the bond dissolves
I resolve to change
But I just keep seeking new love outlets
So I’m always drained
The money I’ve spent on sweet summer romance
I’d own islands , had I not
Cause all these quick fixes
Obstruct roads to riches
And I’d like to own a yacht
I could be topside
With a cocktail
And the white whale
Within reach
But squandering savings on
Mundane cravings
Keep me on this man made beach
I romanticize lifestyles beyond my resources
Maybe funnel cakes definitely not carriage Horses
The sun sets on us as I cradle your head in my lap
and we laugh at the park bench inscription
our affection was effortless
Swans rested next to us
No test of trust or convictions
At the time I thought ,
If I draped you in gold
Would this honeymoon last
Vintage wines were bought
it was all just pretense
That eroded so fast
Symphonies swirled around
Finger curls relaxed
In the August heat
Tampanis, lutes and harps
Smoothed the arc of our descent
Into grief
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BIRCH BEER BACKWASH
ON MY BALLGAG, BACK OFF
I GOT HEARTBURN
BIG DICK, BIG TITS
ON MY BIG LOTS CRUCIFIX
IT’S MY TURN
Get on the hawg
Rev the motor
Ride to Minnesota
Wake up Bob
The motherfucker’s still in South Dakota
Dirty dickin’ it
Hickory smoked pic-a-nic
Type 2 diabetic and COPD sickness
Rattlesnake shakin’ at the Radisson in Madison
Mediocrely strokin’ the lot lizards are tattling
Not nice of them Bud lite ice and gin
Microwaved truck stop pizza slice and then
Gobble up Centrum silver vitamins
Drop from a heart attack if I fight again
Dab skin tags with liquid nitrogen
Crack them off and I’m back on my bike my friend
Kris Kristofferson, from the dick up
Smack my grappling hook right on the back of your crap Chevy pickup, it’s a stickup
15 boys with dirty dicks
and a rusty razor and a crucifix
I live on the East Coast talking shit
come around and watch the blood go drip
Half drunk lime San Pellegrino in the babyseat
The radiator’s overheating but it’s cool with me
Because I’m childless
I’m not a car owner either
Yet here I am driving this
I’m surviving off a severance package
Coked outta my skull
and hard headed to croquet practice
Soho actress currently cashless
last week she crashed on the back porch blow up mattress
Method tactics, Stanislavski
not hope-less, but dopesick
She’s sloppy
swap meet smack zapped Her cardio
EMT’s crashed the party oh! Drug dogs in tow
Vice cops know now where I break fast
Broke out the hatchback glass and hauled ass
the fuck outta Burbank, hit cruise and do a little
"cocaine on the dashboard”
15 boys with dirty dicks
and a rusty razor and a crucifix
I live on the East Coast talking shit
come around and watch the blood go drip
drain the vain, fill
told the Devil get off my ass
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Digital Rockin’
03:55
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I have to make it above ground and see her tonight at UTA
Where I can, sell her the specifications for building a pineapple grenade
They got all types of fun around for a hydrated bachelorette
And the map on her grandmothers matchbook has led us to zero regrets
Above the bubble bath water line, a sparkling lower half to touch and to taste
When in in the honey moon phase you better not waste the magical numbing effect
And I’d squarejaw that silk until I killed all guilt from our Catholic phase
But the acid might wilt my falsetto and offset my flawless PH
Is it misleading to string her along
Exchanging lustful songs
It feels appropo
We want to stay on this holiday
But we fade away
Down we go
I’d like to leave her with more than less
Before we build a nest
That’s only virtual
It’s common courtesy
You mean more to me
Than I’ll ever know
They gave me medicated insoles
For 20 years of hauling river rocks in dress shoes
Was I expected to be grateful
Because I interpreted that as “we all hate you”
All of my cereals gone stale
And the bridal veil repurposed as dish cloth
He tried to circumvent her suffering
She had enough of him
And he was quick to take off
Brisbane level 1
Stacking wartime bonds
Too scared to speak his mind
So his son writes bad songs
Anyone want a piece of me
I’m affordable, low rent
In the nighttime I can catch a glimpse
Of all my gifts misspent
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Mrs.Paintbrush Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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