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Walking Out

Posted by KidStardust on October 30, 2009 at 1:16 AM Comments comments (6)

I walked into this dive looking for an escape,

The anti-cheers

Where nobody knows my name

and there’s no one to blame,

 

Walked across the dusty floor in the dark room

Not looking to the few other figures hunched over their drinks,

Waiting,

 

Smells like a wet mop bucket

and old vomit

and stale piss,

 

The suns as high and bright as usual in this desert shit town,

This new depre...

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Untitled

Posted by KidStardust on October 21, 2009 at 6:00 PM Comments comments (3)

Got a buzz again, a forty and a half,

 

looking at Halloween and dreaming of a life less like my own,

 

I wrote a piece about lost love and a piece about the only perfect couple

 

I

 

know,

 

I read one of my current favorite poets new stuff

 

and had to return to my pad,

 

I put the bottle to my head but it’s always a dud

 

when the money isn&#...

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My favorite couple

Posted by KidStardust on October 21, 2009 at 3:30 AM Comments comments (5)

We dream of love and an infinite perfection,

anything to over come our own life?s disaffections,

 

We see the movies and they say the same:

It?s possible to love eternally and return to find the one true love,

 

We believe and we?ve all lost them,

we are so jaded

and Yet we still believe there is a soul mate

a perfect ONE,

 

Well there?s a few who have it,

I envy those:

 

Greg...

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Our love in italices

Posted by KidStardust on October 21, 2009 at 3:26 AM Comments comments (4)

I bring that glistening green piece of glasswork to my lips,

yet I will never forget the love shared

between my heart and your hips.

 

We lived entirely to fast for death,

and we both swore to feel it

till our last living breath,

 

I’ll never forgive and

we will never forget,

No matter how much we regret,

 

We spent so many nights talking lying awake,

"Always and forever"

I said f...

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One trick... Me

Posted by KidStardust on October 15, 2009 at 10:41 PM Comments comments (6)

This life is killing me, I know I’ll never make it out alive,

Just the cover of a cover song really

Played ever wittily and with increased fervor.

 

The trick pony in this one horse town

The role’s old and I’m tired of playing,

The same

                   Old

           ...

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these days

Posted by KidStardust on October 14, 2009 at 2:51 PM Comments comments (10)

These days disappear,

speeding away,

like so much blood and alcohol induced vomit

swirling down the sink,

losing track of things

like the number of bottles I drink

and where the money goes.

I never know it’s just gone. The years fly by

and the older I get the faster they leave me.

I flush them away

drink them away

and sleep them away.

If I’m lucky I can create them away,

but I never feel I&#...

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Sober

Posted by KidStardust on October 10, 2009 at 10:13 PM Comments comments (10)

The cursor flashes,

Taunting me and I realize I?m trying to write sober.

All my best stuff comes out flowing

From my hands to paper, bleeding ink,

In a half lit tiny space when I?m drunk,

A bottle of wine and a case of beer bottle of jack and jim

But barely making it from one check to another means forsaking the bottle

And some talent

For electricity and gas

Hot water and lights,

Car insurance and food.

The old brown bo...

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Sad

Posted by KidStardust on October 10, 2009 at 6:15 AM Comments comments (6)

I sit here and ponder lyrics for my own sad song.

It sounds the same as the others what am I doing wrong

I sit and think, write and drink. Throw out the old ones and those that stink,

Dark and cloudy the ideas in my mind

Behind my eyes they cry but the outside looks fine.

Cant hasten the day to survive at night

I sleep till 6 to avoid the light.

Keep off the lamps no electric glow I don’t want my reflection to show,

drink some more...

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our plight

Posted by KidStardust on October 10, 2009 at 6:13 AM Comments comments (5)

Hem had his shot gun,

 

Jack and Henry the bottle,

 

Mrs. Woolf found it in water with her pocket of rocks

 

Hunter S. followed Ernie’s lead as did his little brother Leicester.

 

They’ve said there’s a link between creative writers and mental disorders.

Plath’s disorder they call it.

 

Hell I call it lack of stimulation and recognition.

 

You’re never...

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What are you waiting for?

Posted by KidStardust on October 5, 2009 at 12:11 AM Comments comments (4)

We all sit waiting

For work to end

At the dentist

Walking from the car

Pretending to care

Daydreaming

Casual sex

Monotonous sex

Monogamous sex

Driving

Washing the laundry

Walking the dog

Drinking to celebrate

Drinking to forget

Getting drunk

Starting a fight

Breaking the window and cutting yourself then waking up and not remembering how the hell it happened

Staring at television

Starin...

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