Receipt Poems

Maybe someday

you'll understand but

for now you'll just

have to be complacent

with what it is,

how it's done, and
why I choose to

move on with this

sun. The moon

shines so bright, I'm

up at it's apex

and up before the

sun's. Two celestial

orbits is almost

too much for luck.

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Watch out bloody

gory damsel, the day's

half done and the

moon shows no more

like the sun. The

clouds are regulated to

sentences and the

rhythym is undone but

up in it the wordsmith

is still on the run

debatin' stanzas with

the poet union

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the insense is out

more good smell

not as good as

fresh baked bread

or pine needle tea

but those fade as

well

until time brings them

for all to
tell

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You hounded on me for some

reason when rational

explanations fail to exist for

why they torture those who

resist. Why they rape,

murder, and devastate,

yet retain themselves

religious. It's all a

spiral of violence and

you've begun with me

only to see the helix

you're headed down won't

end with me

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Monster on the

outside, temptress

on the in. Who's

on the up and up

and What's goin'

down? Frown like

a jester and clown

like a fool that gets

beat up after school

droolin' all the blood

on the festerin' wound