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Random Scribblings



Profile/
Know I'm just/
A ghost riding/
The rails with smoke behind him/
A slow vial/
Of whiskey chokes, smiles/
At me, my nose finds a/
Trail, I'm close, driving/
At it, exposed eyes in/
Every direction, hope blinding/
Me, cloaked iris/
I suppose rising/
Up is a sewn lining/
In a black cloud/
Ash shroud/
For this lone writer/
Bone dry and/
Prose flies from/
My pen/
And I'm spent/
Right then/
I'm left/
To writhe tense/
And fight bent/
Climb trends/
And slice them/
Into a fine mess/
Life's stress/
Is overwhelming/
Suppose I'm melting/
In the clothes Im wearing/
Dont extend me/
Any hands if you're closing, pelting/
Me with fists, you throw them endless/
I'm so defenseless/
Broken, pensive/
Toast, distressed but/
Chosen, reckoned/
Alone and destined/
To own my legend/
Soaked and rendered/
A boasting member/
Of society/
It frightens me/
But your kindness brings/
The light in me/
Out surprisingly/
I can be/
The righteous dream/
You climb and seek/
My pride, it keeps/
Me from flying free/
Dry your weep-/
Ing tears and side with me/
This dicey thing/
Called the world is rife with links/
To idols, kings/
As silent sling-/
Shots that we fought/
And deem sol-/
Emn enough to die and sink/
Away, pirates sleep/
In the mighty deep/
Enliven, shrink/
And dive, repeat/
Glide replete/
With hyphens, clean/
Scythes and cling/
To fires, sing/
That I am me/
Dine with freaks/
And shine with grease/
Dry and crease/
Your slimy sheets/
Time is bleak/
And idle fing-/
Ers bide the eag-/
Er flight of eagles/
Grime and sleeves/
Of rising leaves/
Trite and beat/
But quite discreet/
But if I'm awkward/
It's not your/
Fault, these caught words/
Are hot, burn-/
Ing me at every lost turn/
I was taught sure/
Things are per-/
Fect/
Lurking/
But I'm learning/
This is not cer-/
Tain to stop hurting/
But with my balls working/
I'll haunt furnished/
Lawns serving/
Myself like a car swerving/
Posh shirts and/
Parched earnings/
Are bursting/
From my chest, heart churning/
From the cost hurried/
Thoughts blurry/
Cart curbing/
Itself before the horse/
I'd sworn I'd court/
As lord and more/
So let's chart mercy/
As far birds sing/

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