The Lights In My Eyes |
My struggle to re-claim all I once held within, and all I knew I could be. |
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Chambord Eyes
Chambord eyes
Bleed drunk thoughts
On the kitchen counter.
The counter bleeds
On to the floor and
Looks up at me.
It pleads with me to
Stop, for how long
Can two eyes bleed?
As long as thoughts run.
Blood pumps.
Cigarettes burn.-KJM
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Cigarettes
I see them
Light their cigarettes
And I wonder if
Their insides are
Decaying, as mine
Appear to be.
They buy their
Cigarettes, but
I was born with
This mind.-KJM
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Notes SingedMy eyes are sore, they burn
But it isn’t my eyes
Battling rings of fire, is it?
My thoughts are singed, with
The ends of tobacco filled words
You know, the ones that
Flow as easily as the
Cigarette inhalation.
Just as poisonous
Sometimes longer lasting-KJM
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Notes Acid to a tabletopI lit up a cigarette tonight
And I smoked it
I breathed in poison, without effectThe poison of my mind is like
Acid to a tabletop, and so
The cigarette did nothing-KJM
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Tension
Past tense.
Present tense.
Future tense.
Always tense.
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