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Please Sir, may I have some more?

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Oh you have worn me down.

Pressing the tips of your calloused hands against my heart.

Stop.  Stop. Restart.

I can’t take much more of this.

Just as I think the last drop, the last atom is gone

I’m wrong.

Again.

‘You  have me at hello?’

Well you floored me with it.

And I tried to be casual.

I promise I did.

But this heart of mine still holds your prints

And it’s held up with splints

Which broke.

I’m a joke. A clown.

A lingering fool.

Jelly string on a spool.

I mean nothing to you

And that’s never happened me before.

I have never been cast aside like a whore.

But you stopped me with silence.

But that silence was a roar.

I’m still sore. I’m still sore.

So why do I want more?

(c) Slumpless

 

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Beans talk

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Everything I did was for you, because of you

With you in mind.

Because of the possibility you might  be kind.

Might want me again.

And I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t read without your heavy head on my shoulder

And I fought this terrible love

This one-sided thing

While you swayed and danced in the breeze

I was  under heavy soil. Out of sun.

But those tears I shed found their way back in

and cracked my sad shell.

And now I am beanstalk and my head is in the clouds

And you are the old cow sold for magic beans.

(c) Slumpless

Self-flagellation

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I’m a lost cause 

The same mistakes over and over

Addicted to the error

Flagellated by the outcome

Just for a taste of sublime wrong

I sing old songs

I get on my own nerves

So I suppose I deserve this

All of this.

And yet maybe I’m making small changes each time

To the words. To the rhyme.

Enough so that I can live with myself.

And maybe all these little changes

Will alter the big picture

And my mistakes will stand up tall and will no longer quiver

And there will come a day when I won’t consider them flaws when I will hit pause and see

That all these things are just part of me

And that the whip I use to beat myself

Is not made of leather but only words

But oh those words can sting

They can cause such harm

Built of old ways and old fears

Ancient rivers sodden with tears.

Tears that no longer run true

But still manage to soak

To turn me into sop.

To muddled mess with dying fish floating at the surface.

I need to set myself free. I need to run to sea.

To disperse into bigger things

To lose my concentration.

Then maybe if I really don’t over think.

I will float instead of …

(C)Slumpless

Citrus Light

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Can I be a warm balmy evening?

Can I be fresh citrus light?

Can I coat you in apple blossoms

Taste your cherry flavored gum

Just for fun?

Can I breathe out desire and soak in stress

Make life seem less…. just less.

Can my soft skin tip yours so that goosebumps hold you close

Can I be the mosquito that sucks your blood

Both annoying and good

Scratch. Scratch me.

Let me in

Under your skin

All over your mouth.

Let me linger on your fingers

Loll on your nose

In quiet repose.

I can be in all of your senses

All of your dreams

Just wish it so. Wish it true.

So I can be all of those things for you.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Follicle

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You are tied to me at just the tip

While you wave in the sky

The root of you is always with me

In me.

So flow in the wind

Because in the end you won’t fly away.

You won’t split

You will stay.

(I hope)

(c)Slumpless

 

Skim

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You didn’t see the blemishes, You didn’t feel the bumps

The bristles, the lumps

You skim your tongue over me

As if I were made of milk

Lapping at silk

All the parts I hated

Berated over the years

Have disappeared.

Your fingers

Your lips

Are smoothing me over

Like a brand new shape

A perfect sculpture

And I’m beginning to think

I’m not all that bad

I’m beginning to think..

(c) Slumpless

 

Havoc

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We cling to each other like limpets 

As wretched storms howl above

Hurling light back and forth 

Havoc outside our beautiful bliss.

Angry seas won't take you from me
Nor greedy fingers searching for salty mouthfuls
Your softness is mine tonight
Your ebb and flow 
The angry mass can come and go

But now the winds have calmed

And gull cries can be heard again

The floating remnants of unfortunate wrecks

Will keep us buoyant 

And though we may feel a chill

All around us the water is still.

(c) Slumpless