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The Ones Without Collarsthe rains left you animperceptible stainon the back road blacktopwhere once you were aragged pile of rough fur,fat flies and jutting boneswhere once you swelled andstank, stiff limbs and leakingends untouched by buzzardswhere once you may haveonly just been sleeping,ignored by hands or tireswhere once I saw you,three months before, as youbounded through falling rain
3AM: Notes Written in the DarkMidnight scribbleson post-its and skinlate morning notesto myselffrom myselfCompletely illegiblein more ways than one:Self-perpetuating Paradox,Forest of Stars,Fat Uncle, underlinedand circled in redAlive Baby livesbecause[indistinct]Fictional band namesfor fictional bands:(The) Dainty Morticians,Adorable Loan Sharks,American Meat Cleavers,This is Your KneeNames of forgottentertiary characters:CarinNaheedSabisstraMaruu(Vons daughter/mother/sister/wife)Robotic vampiressiphoning blood,25,000 tacos isnot nearly enough,and XEGAPAIN-XOR??Unfinished passageswritten in tongues:a tattoo that changedthe course of the worldI find your asymmetricallityoddly endearinga party at 5853Lemontree LaneRecorded, half-dreamednow left unremembered:Apparentlyyou had less flaws than you thought.
Primal PatternsOutstretching the sunset,you alter my angles:sowing feathers and ashon my orderly rows,my amber veined onions.I, wanting only frailfrazzled perfection, amleft spitting in the wakeof your snakeskin decay.The roses grow onlyso red to distract you,while I hide my patternsin petulant haystacks,wiping your fingerprintsfrom my snapdragon dreams.
MutinyI will not acceptthis rebellious behavior.Antihero, handsoff the Main Character. Sheshappily marriedto your rival, the Jester.Main Villain/Big Bad,dont be such a damn pussy.You want the heroesto die in horrible ways.Rebel Queen, could youplease be less of a psycho?I do not approveof your new love of slaughter.There will be no morenegotiation. Go on,scream as much as youlike. Im the one with the pen.I swear to the Muse,I will pull this brain over.
Burning the FieldsThe air isconflicted bycontrasting scents:the sharpness of fire,the cool, gritty mud.You feel the heatbehind Plexiglaswindows, as earthboundthunderheadsunfurl like chiffonhems from acream couture dress.The sparks are lickingand biting at theclay colored sky.She would look perfectjust standing at theedge of the fire.