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  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    She was a star crossed junkie with a rock and roll soul, heroin track marks, and no self control She had her momma’s long legs and her daddy’s sharp tongue; Mississippi devil, She was wild and young....
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    She sits in the corner cluthcing her steel bladed possession She has found no other substitute for this act of trangression This everyday ritual is now an obsession Why she can't stop remains an unanswered question. A smile on her face as crimson tears paint the wooden floor As she once ...
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    He called himself a 'street performer' an entertainer of all trades. Just another cursed soul in the "Sunken Big Easy" with a blow addiction, mangled dreads, and a weathered pair of ill-fitting tap shoes he found in the abandoned FEMA dumpster at the corner of Decatur and...
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    I scan the over priced bread Bored by an act so trite [Mr. Cell Phone oblivious to the fact that it expired yesterday] And watch numbered hieroglyphics dance Into the demanding red light Now showing on New York Broadway: Bunny Bread Ballet The scanner sings like Angelo's illustrious c...
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    He lights up a cigarette Puffing like the junkie caterpillar Whom Alice encounters on her journey into Wonderland. I draw blood from my lip while contemplating Why his always burns faster than mine. The June breeze extinguishes it out halfway. I pull his worn hoodie over my trembling knees ...
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    I know life ain't been that easy, and you've had your share of mistakes; It tries so hard to break you and never gives as much as it takes. It ain't ever been the least bit kind, but that needle sure is sweet, your ticket into a hallucinated world, your own perfect retreat. ...
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    Blind love – he kisses my sunburnt shoulder Tempting my toes to bury themselves beneath the gray Pascagoula sand, Like the tiny snowcrabs Who play tag below the rotten Point pier. He hums a melody I try to sing But I can no longer recall the words So I rhyme foolish lyrics about a Mississ...

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