i used to be a poet

poem #1

it brings me down
it brings me down
i can't get up
a load to the ground
shimmer gone + no sound
so far away
dressed gown
for you
it brings me down
it brings me down
i am a load
to the ground
almost gone & no sound
so far away
dressed to come back up

poem #2


william s burroughs
jg ballard

poem #3

heavily synthesized
colored desensitized
i can't figure it out
memorized. on my hand
scribbled, you name.
i can't figure it out
at the same, multiplied.
it's just enough to seize
my heart in two.
beat it justified -
to match your honorable
request, hypnotized.

poem #5

quiet decently
i wait as love
decently awaits
at quiet distance
i wait, persistent
at hands length
at my fingertips
persistence
helps at waiting
love is at

poem #6

i am drinking to town
pissing fields and farms
just to get to your arms
you'll fit me ++ gown
i am drinking in town
pissing cows and farms
just to try your charms

disease comes on, yah

disease comes on yah
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it's a thing, disease
comes on yah
you gotta live
to figure its' life
it takes a walk
to get the cramp
out, disease comes
on yah without
you, it's a life
without you but takes
you to know it, disease
it comes on yah,
becoming you,
because it's you
that its' life becomes.